Category Archives: Healing Journeys

Finding Truth Together

We were never meant to struggle alone. Even if we feel that we are alone, we still have God/the Holy Spirit/J or any other name you give that Holy Presence within. But when it is difficult to discern by yourself, it is helpful to have others to gather with and find that peaceable truth together.

I have always believed in the value of groups. Although I see many clients who like to work one on one, I also see the movement and miracles when women and men are in a sacred circle together. There is nothing like it. More can happen when we recognize the beauty and the common desires of each other.

Something opens to a higher level when we realize we want what another wants, when we help someone as if they are the same as ourself. When we hear the truth out of our own lips which we could not voice before. This love is universal. And it is very powerful.

You can seek alone, in partners, in small groups or a large community. It doesn’t matter. What matters is what you feel drawn to. God gives in mysterious ways. Just be open and join with another for the purpose of finding the answer, a better way, greater happiness and joy, healing and health, love and kindness and compassion for all. In this hope, you can never go wrong.

“Wherever two or more are gathered, there I am in the midst.” (Mathew 18:20)

If you feel drawn to this message, and my work as a spiritual guide/director, channel, writer and lover of miracles, join me in a safe, comfortable, intimate group environment, at Miracles Grow Here! in Scarborough, Ont this Monday Oct 23, Nov 21, and Dec 12/16  7-9pm for “An Evening of Spirit”…. for group channelling, healing & hypnosis, bonding and wonderful spirited conversations! This is just one example of a community of light and love. Join us!

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Inner Journeys of the Heart & Soul

I have always been a soulful person. It never occurred to me to be anything but.  For the last four years I have been taking people on outer journeys through spiritual retreats to beautiful destinations.  

Although this is a wonderful way to connect and be away from our lives and experience something new, what really happens is we go on an inner journey of the heart and soul.

A friend/client said to me today, “Every time I am in one of your groups, I just sit down and cry.” Why is that? Do I say something terribly offensive or frightening?! (I hope not!) “No…” he said, and I knew what he was talking about. There is an unspoken intention to connect deeply, a feeling of safety to shed the masks we all wear, and to dive deep into the work of the soul – where our hearts have permission to express themselves and let go…

The truth is, I can do this work anywhere, or nowhere. Sharing the heart and soul is truly what I love to do, and what I’ve been doing since I was a kid. I write about it, act about it, talk about it, sing about it, and ask questions about it, lots of questions, to try to delve into the ‘heart’ of it.  I describe this work as ‘transformative’. That is not a fancy word for different. It means something is revealed to us on the inside, so that things no longer feel the same on the outside, and because of this, our outer world changes as well, sometimes significantly.  What changes is me, not the people, places or things around me.  

Actually, I just become myself!

Let me give you an example:

You can go away for a vacation. And it is a wonderful vacation, with a beautiful beach, sunsets, poolside drinks. You may feel relaxed, at ease, comfortable. You may even have entertaining guests and friends to get along with and go on adventures with. This may be cathartic to some degree, and it may be just what you need. But when you get back to your life, was it truly transformative? Or do you go back to your routine and responsibilities and forget what happened…

A transformative adventure starts on the inside – even if it is done in an external environment. The environment may be conducive, it may be special in some way, it may trigger our ability to connect because of its spiritual, evocative or authentic nature – just enough to peel off our false selves and inspire a true way of seeing or being. The transformation doesn’t end when you get home. It intensifies because you have shifted.

Why do I want to change anything at all? I don’t. What I really want to do is be honest. And I guess that is what I give other people permission to do as well – to just be themselves: to cry, to laugh, to wonder, to witness, to be confused, to be fascinated, to be inspired, to be lifted. So it is not something different we are acquiring – like a new skill or talent or a new dress;  what we want is something we all yearn for, seek for, live and die for:

We all want love. 

And in that process of discovery, which is a lifelong one, when we find ourselves a little less frightened, and feel safe to ‘come home’, we can uncover our spiritual essence, our true nature and gifts, our real and raw selves just as we are…

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At this moment, I have no outer journeys lined up, other than in my own town! I am exploring the inside more and more, and inviting others in. To come out of hiding and find out what it feels like to just be loved.

Not everyone wants to share, and that is perfectly alright. What I have found in my groups, is that when someone has a moment of truth, when they share of their heart and soul, something magical happens: we fall in love with them and each other. It happens again and again. We forget where we are, whether sitting in a living room or a fancy hotel, or outside under the stars. Suddenly our hearts are so much bigger, and the tasks so much easier because we can be ourselves. Because we listened and witnessed. Because we loved.

That is the spiritual path I am on. I invite you to join me as we cross our paths in this moment, finding the truth and the beauty of it all. The wonders to behold. Whether happy or sad, in understanding or in pain, the soul is the most beautiful creation, and only longs to be itself. My job, my purpose, my quest, is to bring mine home to itself. Where we are all connected in the deepest ways, beyond the shifting of time and space. There is nothing I would rather do, write about, or talk about. Nothing in the world. There is nothing more precious than your soul.

Amen.


If you are interested in Inner Journeys of the Soul, contact Krista.

 

 

Grounded & Growing

Like everyone else, I have experienced change or loss in my professional and personal life, sometimes leading to feelings of grief, pain and uncertainty.  It it is easy to be tempted to dismiss these feelings and say, “suck it up and keep going” or some other friendlier reminder like “these things happen, change is good, go on”.  But what happens when we don’t feel that way yet? When we’re still feeling puzzled, or depressed, stricken or shocked?

As a channel, I have learned to go within in times of struggle. In my last post, Feeling God When You Feel So Alone, I talked about how I found shelter when it was too difficult to “go within” by myself.

Another way I discovered was on a recent walk with a friend who silently held space for my transformative experience…

The trees provided a shady overhang, and the air was thick with dewy perfume. I was wearing inconvenient flip-flops, not realizing we would be walking on uneven terrain – and I said they were bothering me.

“Why not take them off?” I heard beside me, and without much hesitation, because that is the kind of person I am :), I did.

This may not seem like a big deal, but suddenly I was entranced as my feet touched the ground. The earth felt cool and moist, and I noticed the raw and richly packed earth making a path for me, with the odd random twig or leaf.  It felt like such a relief! But I didn’t say anything, because I was too engrossed in what I was doing to comment.

My friend, however, noticed my change in  mood, and was entranced with me and what I was doing, and so took pictures.

Here are some pics of the unfolding scene…

The silence and concentration required to watch my step, caused me to feel very grounded and to “keep going” without pausing to think about it. I had to! If I didn’t pay attention I might step on a rock, or worse a tiny frog! So I focused where I was, and enjoyed the feeling of putting one foot in front of the other – and the soft receptivity of the earth to hold onto.

It’s amazing how rubber shoes and other outer-wear implements shield us from the elements, but also from our fundamental connection to the earth and our interior nature. Even our feelings underneath. Once the shield is dropped, we are laid bare to feel vulnerable, while at the same time protected by something greater than ourselves.

Our vulnerability makes us feel raw (including the bottoms of our feet!), but our hearts can feel warmer, feel felt and seen, witnessed and heard.  Our mother is waiting for us, and we can let go and drop down to the great unseen.

What did this do for me? Well, it didn’t solve all my problems or talk back to me. It didn’t tell me where to go or what to do. But it provided a soft path to follow, and the permission to be me. 

Being grounded, literally, to the earth provided a sweet balm of healing, an inner well to draw from when the mental and emotional self feels too dry or unfathomable. Dipping down into the forest floor, feeling the world trembling with every footstep or forest critter’s movements, every wind through tree, gave me a sense of purpose and belonging. I can be here. I know how to do this. It is like I remembered a treasury from being a child who doesn’t worry about the shoes on her feet!

The world is an open door, and the ground is always there to greet you, to run across barefoot, to play on, or even to lie down upon and stair at the open sky or branches overhead and ask, “Why?” and just listen with profound innocence.

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Being grounded gave me a sense of innocence that remembers it is still a growing thing, like a seedling, totally dependent on the earth beneath her feet. I was connected to everything, not a solitary tree, but with roots expanding and touching other trees, a community of living things. And my friend, who was my usual companion, didn’t have to speak. Didn’t have to guide me. Just being there to witkrista walking smileness, and perhaps offer a hand as I walked over a fallen branch, was enough for me.

Being grounded and growing within came as a surprise to me. It didn’t come only from praying in solitude in my silent haven (though I lo
ve and rely upon that too); it didn’t come from talking to and fro about the problem; it came nestled in the trees, and down below on the ground, where I was busy, walking.

The greatest surprise in going forward came from putting one foot in front of the other, and finding there was always something there to catch me.

 

 

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Feeling God When You Feel So Alone

One of the downfalls of being a “spiritual” person (we are all spiritual – but that is a misnomer I sometimes give myself and others who are dedicated to the path of enlightenment/ truth/ spirituality/ authenticity/ love), is that I don’t often give myself permission to fail or fall.  Or is that perfectionism? My article on Spiritual Perfectionism deals with that topic. But here, I want to go a little deeper.

One of the most difficult things for me and perhaps others to do, and one of the things I do the best when I do it, is to be real and raw when something is bothering me. To tell the truth. When I do it I sometimes say too much and risk disapproval or abandonment. (The worst abandonment, though, is self-abandonment, and so given the opportunity I will choose the former). And when I don’t risk it, I bury it under a deep dark place because, after all, ‘I am the light’. The danger of knowing I am the light, and yet I feel darkness, is that I may pretend it is not there, hide it, or worse, give in to it. Alone, I may be tempted to believe that there is no hope, that no one hears me, and that my darkness is the truth about me. This is not the truth, and yet when I FEEL that way, it is the most challenging time to reach for light.

So what do I do when I feel so alone, struggling with something seemingly on my own, and yet not alone? Even surrounded at times by well-meaning family and loved ones, I can feel as if no one understands, I can feel judged or wounded, even if no one says anything against me – it is a thought I have about myself, that hasn’t yet found its way into the light to be healed. How can I find my way through that darkness and reach for the light within?

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One of my friends said something profoundly wise the other day as she listened with compassion – a rare gift. Knowing me as she does, that I am one to hide away when the going gets tough, she coaxed me out and provided a safe cushion to lean on while I unloaded myself. She said, “What if going within is not something we have to do by ourselves? What if going within just means going into your heart, and that means reaching out to other people, soul connection? Maybe connection isn’t just a solitary thing, maybe it can be done together because we are all connected?”

As a channel, I have learned, rather reluctantly because I have never been a good meditator, to go into a deep trance (hypnosis) and access my spiritual essence, and even talk to guides and angels. You would think, given this incredible gift, that I would never feel alone. “You can talk to Heaven? My God! Lucky you! I wish I had a direct line to God!” Well… I do. So do you, but I STILL feel alone. I don’t say this to give you no hope, I say this because the deeper message here, is that maybe God can’t be found by myself.

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Maybe God is a two-way street – or better yet, an intersection – or a busy square where many souls greet. Maybe God cannot be found locked away in a solitary cave or room (though some have found him there, too). Maybe God greets us most when we are in love, when we are forlorn and being picked up by a friend, when our husband hugs us after we feel broken and fragile, when we listen to children playing in the pool, walk barefoot on the dewy grass, or let the dog lick our face.

Maybe God is in the details. In the laughter and tears, in the rolling hills, in the depressing days of sadness where we feel so lost, and the miraculous times of healing when our hearts receive the love and hope we so desperately need from just the right person – or another unlikely place.  

Maybe love is not just in our pleas to God, but in the listening and receiving.

As a ‘spiritual person’ (I will say it only one more time, I promise), I can also be tempted to think that it is OK to give love, to extend myself beyond my own limits for others so they feel loved, but it is not OK for me to receive it, to need it, to want it, to grab for it, and even to lose it. It is not OK for me to fail or fall down. To feel alone. To feel small. It is not OK for me to be a human being who talks to angels, and sometimes would rather be with a flesh-and-bones friend whom I can see, touch and feel.

Maybe it’s OK to admit that God isn’t up there, all alone in his high cloud without me – maybe it’s OK to greet God right here, in my own world, no matter how lonely or messed up I feel. Maybe God is right here, right now, with me and you as we read and write these things, together. And in the illumination that comes from finally letting the dark cloud out of my head, and letting my heart reach out one more time – to God only knows who. Because in that moment of truth, that moment of connection, wisdom comes, and communion.

And isn’t that what God and love is all about? 

 

Let me know how you reach God when times are tough. Write a comment or email your private share here. Thank you for sharing.

 

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The Life of the Soul

A study of the soul, by Krista Moore. For those who are struggling on the path of awakening, and wondering why you don’t feel good, or if you are doing it “wrong”…  Hopefully this will give you comfort and faith for the journey.


 

I have never questioned the existence of a soul. One has only to spend a little bit of time with me while I am brooding on the meaning of it all to know the depths the soul can live. A scientific mind too has a soul – it simply finds its answers in the known universe, which even then, boggles it from understanding anything at all. But it is not just answers the soul seeks. It is experience. A feeling of fullness, wholeness, freedom from any questions.

 

The soul is the part of us that exists within and beyond the body. It cannot be contained, which is often why it causes us such misery in contemplating its deeper wants and existence. If our life, in comparison to the soul, is somewhat contained, and contrite, and deals in shallow, known waters; if it does not surface to explore the depths and chooses to remain hidden from us, we will feel as if there is a hole in our very being, a vacuous tent with no furnishings, no music, and no food to keep it from starving. This too is an exercise of the soul, to awaken us to something deeper. It may be painful, but it is a necessary step in showing us the difference between meaning, and a world without it.

 

What does the soul love more than anything else? To know itself. To extinguish the false, and to disappear into the blazing light of truth. It is a difficult master, and has no mercy on those who cling to childish things. There is no joy that does not come at the cost of giving up the meaningless. True joy is what the soul feels, when we are washed in its light, free to do its bidding, and share the gifts only spirit brings. True joy comes from union with God, its creator, Source of all things. When the soul is lit, it is capable of great joy, and wants only to share itself and experience all with great abundance and clarity. It is wise, expansive, jovial and alive. Not every soul experesses itself this way, but I believe, in its truest light, unguarded and unbounded, every soul is capable of this.

 

How does one, who has not yet had this feeling, come to experience the soul? If they have cried or lost anything, they have experienced an opening of the soul. The challenge is not to shut down the tiny crack that has been opened by heartache or disappointment, and instead to feel even more what that heartache or disappointment is pointing toward. If it is a loss of love, or death we have experienced, the soul teaches us that we have loved and lost to learn something. In the absence of that love, we feel torn apart. Any separation on the earth plane from those we love feels like the separation from God, even if we don’t believe in Him. If you have ever experienced loneliness so deep you thought you were going to die, you have experienced this separation, which all humans suffer at one point or another. It is a temporary condition of our corporeal lives, a trick of the body that says we are separate from one another, and different from everything we see in the physical world. Our bodies seem solid and real, while our minds seem able to go from one unrelated thought to another. While we sleep our minds visit other places and dream of unknown things. We never realize that the mind never sleeps, and is the shepherd of the soul’s deeper longings. Hopefully it is a good sheppard, and we can keep what is important to us close at hand, if not close in our hearts.

 

In our vulnerability and loss, we can find the key to our soul. Like a child finding a seedling in the garden, and planting it in a deeper hole so that it will grow, we can dig a little deeper and find true shelter for our soul. Our hearts can open even wider, stretch us even more profoundly. Where we thought it was time to walk away from such “negative” feelings, we must examine the deeper longing underneath the belief that we are alone or that we will never love again. To be loved is the natural state of the soul. To be in a constant stream of consciousness which is ever reaching and expanding itself, is the natural state of the mind. This is only painful-seeming to us as humans who have limited ourselves to what feels comfortable and certain, rather than be faced with the uncomfortable reality that we don’t know anything. Better to not know and ask a deeper question, then to bury our dreams and let them pass us by. If instead we plant our hopes, our intentions, even our pains, by digging into the heart and feelings, we will be rewarded with happy tears as well as hope springing from the soul’s eternal ground.

 

So our job is not always to feel pleasant and happy – though we may end up there after the work is done. Our real job is to find everything standing in the way of that happiness, and admitting to ourselves where we have fallen short of the soul’s natural unfettered state of joy, and asking ourselves why we have done that? If we feel we are undeserving of such happiness, or that such freedom is impossible in the world, we will continue to suffer, and the soul will or will not keep showing us the other way. Let us hope it continues to push us deeper and away from our comfort, and out into the open where life breathes, and love is self-renewing. And the world is but a temporary playground where we can learn our lessons and become more and more acquainted with our soul.

 

What can we hope to expect if we do not give up? A window into the soul is a window indeed into another universe of things. Past, present and future seem to meld into an eternal mix of possibilities. What seemed broken and inconsolable can now mend. Hearts once closed and swept so clean they seemed hospital sterile can be flooded with new love as green and productive as a wild spring. Rushes of hope can lead to unexpected visitors and companions on the journey back to our true self. What felt lonely and uncertain, now feels warm and inviting, a great source of material for bonding with our fellow humans. And courage comes, too. Out of the depths of all that lay waste, pale yellow fruit pops from the ground and raises itself up to the light above, filling with the juicy stuff of life that one can simply taste or share with the whole group. We discover that we have been grown in the process, and taught to live. And if we are very “lucky” (meaning willing and ready), we may even break the bonds of the earth for a time and, experiencing ourselves as pure soul, take flight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How to Forgive Others

Sometimes “people” get the best of us (or so we think). The truth is, we are all suffering from the same dis-ease: being human!  Here is how I began to resolve this very human problem and achieve greater peace and clarity.

I had been tested lately, with an old pattern that caused me to be angry with myself and others. Just when I thought I was above all the madness, it hit me. And my irrational brain fired off chemicals of alarm and warfare. Things came out of my mouth that I knew were not true, and yet I felt they were. I would defend them to the death, even though I felt miserable saying them. I wallowed in self-pity and despair…
It took me days to figure this one out! How could I have been given so much insight and wisdom, and still suffer from this same problem? How long would it take to finally be rid of it and not feel such hate, such victimhood?

I was even angry at my angels for not saving me from this devastating problem. Although nothing on the outside was really wrong, on the inside I felt such pain and sorrow, and just wanted them to take it away and fix everything. Where was my miracle now? Now, I was really mad!

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This was a very humbling dis-ease. It was a dis-ease of mind, that we all suffer from on occasion, some more than others. I couldn’t see the benefit to this kind of feeling, and yet I couldn’t quite let go of it either. I wanted revenge – not in some evil way, just a little punishment for the one who had offended or hurt me? These are not thoughts I am proud of, but I confess they were there. I wanted them to change and say they were sorry. I wanted them to come to me downcast and change their behaviour towards me. I wanted everything to change except me!

Does this sound familiar?

Be the change you want to see in the world. –  Gandhi

 

Then in my frustration and despair, I was growing impatient for a solution. But more than this, I wanted to understand everything so I wouldn’t repeat it. That was worth much more than a temporary fix or a ‘just make it go away’ attitude.

In my meditation I asked for the angels to help me. I was still angry, and I expressed all my feelings without holding back – I just let it all out, tears and all! Funny enough, there was a lot of grief under there – as many experts believe anger hides a deeper hurt, pain or sorrow. I saw this as a long-standing problem, not just a recent event. I wanted to resolve it at a deeper level, and be free of it. I cried out in pain, but what I was really asking for was love and clarity…

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Then it came. Though I was doubtful in my present condition that it was possible, I listened for guidance and it came. I heard the still, small, voice, this time in the voice of Mary (Mother Mary), and Jesus, who guided me to go up a little higher, in my consciousness or imagination, and stand with them in heaven. This was unusual. Usually, we ask them to come down to us! Well, this time, I was being asked to climb a little higher in my consciousness, and imagine that I could be raised up to where they were standing.

I arrived in what they call the “interlife” where souls go between lives, where we see the bigger picture and learn our lessons. I could see why this was a good idea, given that I wanted clarity, and couldn’t see it at all from my limited perspective.  Instead of seeing with human eyes, they asked me to stand side by side with them (squeezing their hands) and looking out upon the world and my situation through their eyes and my newer perspective, and then to tell them what I saw.

Then it came to me. I saw that I was really being tested and challenged to overcome my anger, not just for myself, but for all of humanity.  My healing was healing everyone involved!  I no longer blamed myself for this problem, and saw that it was something that affected me and many, many more for generations, including those I had been angry at!  If I could overcome this anger and learn to forgive myself and them, I would be free, and in time, so would they. This was really a service, a difficult but very important service, and I was being guided and helped to make it through with flying colours.

All would be OK.

I also felt no anger while I was in that state of mind. I felt a peace and calm, with a sense of understanding and clarity.  I saw the purpose in everything. The situation and future were so much brighter than I had imagined! All things would improve if I could complete this one task. Forgive myself, forgive others, and let go of the anger. See it as a service, and remember the larger perspective. Then I would be patient, and not demand others change for me. I could see that it was me that was in the process of changing, being guided to a whole new way of thinking and being that would liberate both them and me.

This was good news!

For one who did not, in my limited smaller perspective, think it was possible to feel better about this, I did. The anger was gone from me. I didn’t need the other person to do anything to deserve this happiness for myself. I was forgiven. And I could enjoy happiness and peace of mind again. This was the lesson.

Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespassed against us. –  The Lord’s Prayer

And with this renewed sense of calm and inner purpose, I began to write about this very topic, and share my insights with those who could be helped by them. And I could begin to enjoy being my wise, loving self again. 🙂

And that was a miracle to me!

 

P.S. Have you ever experienced forgiveness of someone and felt the benefits yourself? Share in the comments below.

Miracles of Grace

Culminating signs of Grace continue from The Story of Grace Part I and Part II.

 

At the “Top of the Mark” hotel restaurant in San Francisco I put my hands on Paul’s head, as I was taught to do for healing. I sat down and looked into Paul’s eyes and told him how loved he was and I meant it. I embodied the words I was drawn to say. I felt the light shimmer all around us. The world stood on end, hovering in a  grand display.

As the night turned to day, we walked together and spoke of healing and miracles. He said when I put my hands on him for healing, he felt a great love, something he had never felt before. It was overwhelming. Then he said, “When you spoke to me at the restaurant, you looked different. Your face changed… Who was that speaking?” He hesitated. “Was that… Jesus?” I nodded. He felt the ripple effect in his body, as he too became a healer that day.

When I returned to my home in Toronto, things were different. An announcement was made that my father was to have open heart surgery. The time for miracles was at hand. I had already healed my father of a toothache, but I did not know if he was going to be alright from this. It was out of my hands.

In the hospital I eyed a watchful angel statue in the gift shop, and sat quietly in an open air sanctuary. On the sanctuary stand was that month’s publication of “Our Daily Bread”. I opened the page to that day’s date, and to my amazement, this was the title staring back at me:

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My mother and I were startled, as she had heard my stories of Grace in San Francisco. We both agreed this was no accident. Grace was following me.

Then I noticed the hospital was hosting a labyrinth in the hospital on the day of my father’s surgery, the Friday. We both went. My mother had never walked one before. As I entered the small church-like space they had created, and saw the canvas labyrinth on the floor, I was reminded of Grace Cathedral.  I told the minister who was hosting about my walking the labyrinth only a few weeks before. She looked at me startled and said,

“That is where I got this labyrinth from. And that is where I took my training!”

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I was stunned. The labyrinth we were about to walk, was the same design, and literally cut from the same cloth, and was ordered and shipped from Grace Cathedral (see Part II). This minister and the other I had met must have known each other. It was destined.

That night, my father recovered in ICU. He could hardly speak. He was the first one out that night. And within three days, he was up and walking.

As my mom and I were expressing our gratitude outside on a break at the hospital, I saw this street sign confirming again that Grace was present in our lives:

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What does it all mean? I cannot say. But Grace has followed me and has not left me, and the signs and miracles continue to this day.

 

P.S. What signs are you not seeing? Have you received grace or healing in unexpected ways? Write to me below or send me your story at Ask Krista.