Miracles, Here and Now

                                                         

Do you believe in miracles? What exactly are miracles and do you have to be Christian to witness one?

Definition of Miracle: an effect or extraordinary event in the physical world that surpasses all known human and natural powers and is ascribed to a supernatural cause: a work of GOD; a wonder.

Origin: from the Latin miraculum “object of wonder”

Miracles do exist and they are experienced around the globe by many cultures and religions, so I’m sorry to break the news to all you Christians out there, but GOD doesn’t play favorites with HIS creations and miracles have been reported before the time of Christ.

There are people who don’t believe in miracles, or don’t understand the true meaning of the word. They rely entirely on what science tells them, which is kind of funny since I’ve always felt that science reveals the hidden miracles that surround our daily lives.

Although I have disconnected myself from organized religion in order to strengthen my connection to GOD, I not only believe in miracles, but have experienced a few during my lifetime. When you have psychic abilities, you are aware of so much that goes unseen or unnoticed in this hectic world.

                                                               
The Christian will point to Jesus and his many miracles to defend their belief that miracles are real. The non-believer claims that Jesus’s miracles can be scientifically explained. Yeah, we know more about the world around us thanks to science, but science can’t explain how Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead, or how he healed the blind.

Why don’t we see more miracles today?

Maybe, we’re looking in the wrong places. We are the miracles, along with everything that exists in the universe. When GOD gave the command “BE” the universe, planets, stars, and life itself, began to evolve all over the place. Earth at one time was a most uninhabitable place to be, but thanks to GOD, who is the original universal scientist, evolution happened and here we are! Now that’s what I call a miracle. The fact that we haven’t blown up this planet is another miracle.

Recently, this 2013 video was all over Facebook about a miraculous event that involved a horrendous accident that caused a young girl to be trapped in her car. The rescue workers were unable to cut her away from the wreckage. She was dying until she was saved by a stranger who prayed over her. The rescue workers claimed this mysterious man appeared from no where and, after the workers were able to finally free the girl, he was gone.



Now, the story was listed as a miracle and it should be. People working together to help each other is always a miracle, especially, since it is so easy to walk away. Later, a priest admitted to being that mysterious stranger. Why didn't he stay around? Why did he leave so quickly? Does this diminish the miracle of that girl surviving the accident?




No! A miracle is a miracle! But, maybe we should be honest on what a miracle is and, how often it occurs. We, and I am speaking about every woman, man, child, animal, plant, the earth, the planets, the stars; you get where I'm going, right? Everything that has been created from the beginning of time to whenever the Creator decides to close shop, are all connected by a universal force that is stronger than all of us put together. This force binds us together and when we look out for each other, care for each other, protect each other, miracles happen.

If you want to find angels, you don't need to look far. They are here with us. We need to stop hating each other long enough to see them. They watch over us, sure, but we have this thing called free will. It is a double-edged sword. The angels will step in when we allow them to, but most of the time; we don't.

We can make our own miracles happen, every day. We only need to care! Jesus cared, yeah he was the son of GOD, but he cared about us and, he did many miracles. So, here is my plan. Instead of looking for miracles, we are all going to make miracles happen. We can do it. We are part of the universal force.

Angel Cards and Spiritual Readings

                                                           

 

Mediums and psychics will use a variety of items to help them focus when giving psychic readings. Some readers will use Tarot Cards, while people like me and a few of my friends feel more comfortable using Angel Cards to bring messages to people who ask for guidance.

Tarot Cards

What is the difference between Tarot Cards and Angel Cards? Not much except for the pictures and the intentions that the reader puts into the cards. Would you be surprised to know that Tarot Cards were originally used as a game? Known as Trionfi, the tarot card was used as far back as mid-century Europe as playing cards, just as we use a deck of cards today for poker and pinochle. Like a common deck of cards, the tarot has four suits.

                                                             

Using the Tarot Cards, which use beautiful images, help the Reader to connect to their inner eye; the higher self in order to advise the person seeking the reading. Most Readers have the gift of Empathy that allows them to connect and feel for the person being read. It opens the door to the universal consciousness. The cards themselves have no power.

Angel Cards

There are people who shy away from Tarot cards because they don’t understand that the tarot cards, themselves, have no power. They associate Tarot with the occult and the occult with evil. For those Readers and people who wish to be read who shy away from the traditional Tarot cards, we have Angel Cards.
                                                              

I, as a psychic believe in a loving and forgiving GOD and, I believe his angels do all in their power to help us connect with GOD. Angel Cards help the Reader focus on the positive messages. The messages remain truthful, but they are readily accepted because the messages in the Angel Cards bring hope and support to the person being read. I love using the Doreen Virtue Cards.                                                          

When I use my Angel Cards, I call on the Angels for guidance and protection for me and the person I am doing the reading for. I tell them to pick three or more cards from the deck. After they’ve placed the cards on the table, I ask them to pray to GOD for guidance, because I am only the instrument through which HIS message will come through.                                                         

Once the intentions have been set, I begin with the first card; base card; the card that tells me what a person’s strengths and weaknesses are. The card lets me know how this person deals with present and future events from what has happened to them in the past. The second card reveals what the person is dealing with in present time and the third deals with how they should look at life’s situations with the help of GOD and his angels.

Conclusion

I’ve found that people are more comfortable getting a reading from people who use either Tarot Cards or Angel Cards when they understand that the Reader is getting their information from the Light and not the Dark side of the universal consciousness. Are you more willing to have a reading done with Angel Cards?

Superheroes in the Shadows

                                                           

The past few articles I’ve posted on my Empath page dealt with psychic and emotional vampires both living and dead. This week’s post will be on the people who are everything these vampires are not. We all know a person like this. They are good, kind and compassionate. When you ask for their help, they give it. Their goodness is visible in the aura that surrounds them. They go about their lives doing good deeds, but since they are not braggarts, usually no one knows what miracles they have done.

These gentle souls could care less about fame or spotlights. They do good deeds because that is who they are. They are GOD’s angels spending this lifetime in human form. I know several people who fit this description, but I won’t embarrass them by bringing attention to them. What I will do instead is give them a title.

                                                               

Hollywood via the comic books has given us many superheroes and we all love watching these films. Did you ever ask yourself why we go gaga over Superman, Batman or the Avengers? Yes, it would be wonderful if we could fly or stop a speeding train. Yes, it would be great to wear a special suit like Iron Man, which by the way is my favorite superhero, but I think the reason superheroes are so popular is because the human race is so vulnerable.

When I read the news about ISIS committing another atrocity, I find myself wishing that the Avengers would go there and beat the living shit out of them. But, in the end it is up to us to handle these ass wipes and, the United States Military, our only recourse. Our soldiers are our country’s version of the Avengers. They are America’s Superheroes. So why aren’t we taking better care of our veterans?

What is a superhero? Per Wikipedia, a superhero is: In modern popular fiction, a superhero (sometimes rendered super-hero or super hero) is a type of heroic character possessing extraordinary talents, supernatural phenomena, or superhuman powers and is dedicated to a moral goal or protecting the public. A female superhero is sometimes called a superheroine (also rendered super-heroine or super heroine). Fiction centered on such characters, especially in American comic books since the 1930s, is known as superhero fiction

                                                             

Here is a truer and more accurate description of a superhero: A superhero is a person who steps up to the plate when the call for help is put out; a superhero is compassionate and caring. Unfortunately for these superheroes, the emotional vampires often take advantage of them. A superhero will complete the task dumped at their doorstep even if it becomes detrimental to their wellbeing. They will never abandon their charges. They do their miraculous deeds unseen, with only a handful of close friends even suspecting what is going on. These superheroes never receive as much as a thank you, but it doesn’t matter. They, in their quiet and unseen ways have made this world a better place.

                                                                  

We all know a person like this. I know of two in particular and, I am honored to be in their presence. I can truly say to people, “Yes, I believe that Superheroes do exist.”

Episode Fifty-four of Lilith's Escape

 

                                                                      

 

Rita needn’t worry about Edward. He already had the pleasure of meeting a zombie, and that was one experience that he wouldn’t forget anytime soon. When Edward arrived at the outer barricade, he was surprised to find that many of the zombies had climbed over the chain fence. Tzaddik, along with the two soldiers Bradley and Jones were doing their best to control the invasion, by making sure that every shot counted, but there were just too many of them.

                                                                    

“I thought there were only a handful of these buggers,” Edward said as he moved up to the others and began shooting. “There has to be over a hundred.”

“It’s spreading faster than we anticipated,” Bradley replied and then aimed his gun at Edward.

Edward was about to disarm the soldier in front of him, but Bradley shot first. Something fell at his feet; it was a young female, maybe around seventeen, but no more than that. Her eyes were open, her mouth still moving as she tried to grab hold of Edward’s ankle. He didn’t like shooting children, but there was no hope for her. He leveled his gun, took aim and put the poor creature out of her misery. “Thanks mate,” he called out to Bradley.

                                                             

The zombies kept coming, no matter how many they managed to kill, they just kept coming. “Where’s Lilith,” he asked, but everyone was too busy trying to keep the zombies from getting inside to the children.

At one point in the battle, Edward got a glimpse of Lilith. She was right in the thick of the battle, wielding her sword which such speed, that the zombies were piling up around her feet. Her clothing covered in their blood.

                                                               

“We won’t be able to fight off another attack like this,” Tzaddik said as he moved in next to Edward, shooting at the dead while he spoke. “Without her dragon, we’re outnumbered.”

Edward considered their present situation and felt that Tzaddik had a good point, because the dead just kept coming.

Episode Fifty of Lilith's Escape

 

                                                             

“You’ll see in the documents that I handed you, that Captain Brandish is a widower, with no surviving family for you to worry about. He’s in charge of overseeing several of the prisons behind enemy lines and he has a reputation for his brutal treatment of prisoners,” Rita told Edward.

                                                                         

“So…he was a monster and deserved to die, but he also had friends. What’s the cover story on how I…Captain Brandish managed to escape?” Edward asked. Lilith this whole time had remained seated and silent, which was fine with Edward. He didn’t want to divert his attention away from the facts that needed to be memorized.

“That’s where Scouter comes in. When he delivered your meal to your cell, you attacked him with a weapon that you put together. You used him as a shield to escape.” Rita then pulled open a map of Philadelphia. “This was once a Naval Base but now it’s a prison for people who fight against the power of the Illuminati.”

                                                                         

Edward studied the map, but it felt odd to be looking at a base that was operational back in his time, but here and now, was a place of torture and death. “Rita, how am I to find your husband and Lazarus? This isn’t a small complex.”

“With this,” she replied and handed him a small ear piece.

                                                                            

“How does it work?” Edward asked as Rita positioned it in his ear. “Ouch, don’t push so hard,” Edward exclaimed, thinking that Rita was pushing it past his eardrum.

“It has to go in far enough not to be seen. It will pick up  signals from the implants on Roger and my husband as soon as you’re near to their location.”

                                                                         

“What’s your husband’s name?” Roger asked.

“His name is Tom and you better bring him back to me.”

                                                                         

“It was foolish to allow yourself to become pregnant in this time of evil,” Lilith said in a smug tone from the other side of the room.

                                                                                    

Edward had forgotten that she was there, she had been so quiet. “Haven’t you also made bad choices?” Edward asked. When Lilith didn’t reply, he returned his attention to the soldier in front of him. “I’ll do my best to bring them all home.”
                                                                       

Episode Forty-nine of Lilith's Escape

 

                                                            

“I told you to leave,” Edward repeated.

Tzaddik slowly removed his gaze from Lilith and stared at Edward. “You’re in no position to give orders here,” the old man countered.

                                                                          

Edward walked over to Lilith, who was barely dressed, and purposely blocked Tzaddik’s view. The tension in the room was palpable as the two men stared each other down. “I think it best if you leave, now,” Edward warned Tzaddik.

Just then, Rita entered the room. “I was able to scrounge up tea for his majesty and some bread…? Quick to pick up on the situation, she asked, “What’s going on now?”

“Tzaddik was just leaving, weren’t you? Edward replied, but the man remained where he was.

                                                                             

Honestly, Lilith? Don’t we have enough problems without having these two tomcats acting up?” Rita chided. She placed the tray on the table and said to Tzaddik, “Don’t be a ball breaker. Let him eat.” Grabbing the old man’s hand she pulled him to the door.

But right before he left, Tzaddik turned to Edward and said, “She doesn’t belong to you.”

“Stop teasing him,” Rita said to Tzaddik and pushed him out the door.

Finally alone with Lilith, Edward asked, “Why do this to me? Why flaunt your body for all to see?”

                                                           
Edward wanted to hold her in his arms, but he was too afraid that the blood lust would return, so instead, he picked up the metal cup and drank the weak tea.

“Men are like children, fighting over what doesn't belong to them,” Lilith replied. Something had changed..she seemed different, cold. Taking a seat on the bed, she said, “Finish the food and then we’ll talk about your new identity.”

                                                                           

“Whatever,” Edward replied. This vixen had a hold on his heart and yet she so causally broke it. When this mission was done, Edward planned to return to his own time, away from Lilith and her drama.

Rita had returned to the room with documents and pictures. “Good you’ve finished, now we’ll bring you up to date on the man you’ll be impersonating.” Rita pulled out a photo of the man that Lilith had killed when they had first arrived. “Luckily you resemble the Captain in height and weight. You’ll only need minor surgery to your face.”

                                                                         

Edward looked at the photo. The captain had the same color eyes and hair as Edward and without the bruises from the beating he had endured at Tzaddik’s hands, could have passed as Edward’s brother. The only work needed was on the nose.

                                                                  
Edward’s was too slender. “Okay, tell me what I need to know,” he asked Rita, ignoring Lilith completely. He was angry…hurt and wanted this mission finished.

Episode Forty-three of Lilith's Escape

                                                                                                                                              

The prisoner sat in the only chair in the room, his arms tied behind him and his head covered by a burlap bag. Edward took notice of the bruises on his arms and bare chest. Lilith walked over to the man and pulled the cloth bag from his head. The man squinted trying to focus his swollen eyes, but when he saw who stood in front of him, his eyes widened.

“Are you here to torture me?” The prisoner tried to act brave, but Edward could smell the fear on the man.

“The people you follow are evil and the man that rules over them brings death to your kind.” Lilith spoke softly to the man.

Edward was surprised when she raised her hand and ran her fingers through the man’s thick head of hair. It was a gentle almost intimate touch and Edward felt himself clenching his teeth, but when Lilith lowered her head and kissed the prisoner, Edward made a move to stop her.

                                                                      

“Let her be,” the man known as Tzaddik whispered and grabbed hold of Edward’s shoulder.

Edward jerked his shoulder away from Tzaddik, but remained where he was, fuming and jealous that someone else was enjoying her touch.

                                                                          

“How many have they infected?” Lilith asked the prisoner while still playing with his hair.

“There were at least two hundred people infected, dissidents who dared to challenge the Illuminati, but they were released some time ago, maybe a week or more…”

“Were you part of this? Did you help infect those people?”

“Yes, I was in charge of picking the subjects that were used for the experiment. It wasn’t that hard, I got them from our prisons.”

“This didn’t bother you?” she asked him.

The prisoner challenged her with his eyes, daring her to attack him. “The madness has spread and you won’t be able to stop it.”

                                                                       

“I will do my best to try,” she replied.

“They’ll know that I’ve been captured.” The man struggled against the ropes that held him as she continued to play with his hair.

She let out a sigh before saying, “Yes, I guess they will, but it won’t matter for you.” She kissed him again and added, “I need to feed.” Her features began to change.

                                                                       

Edward watched as Lilith straddled the man. The prisoner, knowing that he was going to die, fought to dislodge the wisp of a woman from his lap, but Lilith hung on.

 “Edward, if you wish to leave the room, I suggest you do it now,” Lilith called over her shoulder to Edward.

But Edward stood frozen to the spot and watched as Lilith opened her mouth and lowered her fangs to the prisoner's neck.

                                                            

Episode Forty-two of Lilith's Escape

                                                          

                                                                          

At the end of the tunnel, the group came upon another metal door, which was locked until Jones used her clenched fist to tap out a different code then she had used on the first door. The door was opened by another soldier, also female. When she saw Lilith, she smiled.

“It’s good to see you,” she said to Lilith and then stepped back to allow everyone to enter.

As Edward entered the room, he took notice that the soldier was pregnant, very pregnant. “Hello,” he said to her.

“This is Rita, and as you can see, life does go on…even at the most inconvenient times,” Lilith answered. Her sarcasm was not lost on Edward.

                                                                                                                   

“When is the baby due?” Edward asked Rita.

“Any day now,” Rita replied and then faced Lilith, “We haven’t heard a thing from the scouts…from Roger or Rick in the last twelve hours…nothing.”

Lilith, ignoring the soldier's distress, placed her hand on Rita’s swollen belly and asked, “Does it hurt?”

“What?” Rita wasn’t the only one confused by Lilith’s question

“Does it hurt to have that inside you?”

                                                                     

“No …it's just uncomfortable. Look, I'm worried about my husband and Rick...we don't know if they’ve been captured.” Rita was upset and wanted answers.

But for Lilith, the conversation was over. She dropped her hand from the woman’s belly and said to Tzaddik, “Bring me to the prisoner.”

As the group went further into the compound, Edward saw that there were many people living in the tunnels. The children and women seem to outnumber the soldiers and like the soldiers, all were showing signs of malnutrition. Edward could not help but notice the pathetic expressions on all the children’s faces. When had they last eaten? He was about to question Bradley, but they had reached the area that held the prisoner.

                                                                        

“Leave me,” Lilith ordered Bradley and Jones. She only allowed Tzaddik and Edward to follow her into the room.

Episode Thirty-three of Lilith's Escape

                                                                                                               

                                                          

Edward took his time washing the slime of the corpse from his face, arms and hands.

                                                                                       
 He wiped down his trousers and removed his shirt, throwing it on the floor, knowing that he would never wear it again. How long should he wait before returning to Lilith? He sure as hell didn’t want to upset that dragon again.

                                                                  
He walked over to the window and looked out upon the town below. As nice as this part of the world was, he was anxious to return to England. He was worried about his cat and his friend, James.

                                                                                                                          
“I hope the cleaning lady remembers to feed Lizzie and I hope James hasn’t been visited by any zombies.”

                                                                                                                                              

He then headed over to the stairway and listened, waiting for a sign that it was safe to return to her. Would the beast still be there? And if it was, would it’s frustration at losing Lilith cause it to attack him? Knowing he needed to make sure she was unharmed, Edward started up the stone steps. As he climbed the stairs, he listened for whatever sound would clue him to the situation playing out in the bedroom. There was only silence, damn, that could mean so many things.

Finally he entered the bedroom, but where was she? Did she go with the angel after all? After taking a closer look, he saw her on the balcony, huddled like a child. Lilith sat there unaware that he was in the room, wiping the tears from her eyes. The beast was no longer there.

                                                                        

“Are you okay?” he asked. She nodded yes, but did not look his way. He stepped on to the balcony and took a seat next to her on the hard stone floor. “Lilith?”

“I broke his heart…sent him away…to be forgiven and healed. I know I did the right thing…but it hurts.” She looked up at the night sky and uttered, “Now, we’re even. Are you happy?”

                                                                      

Edward had no desire to find out who Lilith was speaking to. He had had enough of the mystical world for tonight. Tonight he needed to feel human and there was one sure way to accomplish this.

                                                               
 He stood and pulled Lilith to her feet and into his arms. She felt so light in his arms. “Lilith?”

                                                                          

“Yes, Edward.” She was giving her permission. “Yes before all of hell breaks down our door.” She then wrapped her arms around his neck.

He carried her to the bed and after climbing in next to her, whispered, “Just you and me, tonight. No hell, no heaven and no zombies.”

                                                               

Part Thirty-Two of Lilith's Escape

                                                                

Edward was worried about leaving Lilith alone, but the dragon was agitated by his being in the bedroom. “Are you safe with him? Shall I stay?” he asked.

Lilith was holding on tightly to the dragon’s neck, speaking in a language that was unfamiliar to Edward even though he was proficient in many languages.

                                                                                                                

“Go, you’re making him angry,” she replied and then returned her attention to the beast. She spoke to it in a soothing voice, “I have caused you nothing but pain and have torn you away from your comrades. Hush, hear me out…….”

The dragon stamped its right foot in anger, for it suspected what she was about to do. “Never,” it cried out in agony. The dragon smacked its tail with such force on the marble tiles of the balcony, that pieces of marble sprayed the room. Lifting its eyes from Lilith’s face, the dragon became aware that Edward was still in the room. It let out an ungodly howl and shot a ribbon of flame toward Edward.

                                                                              

“Leave us…please Edward,” Lilith begged, but Edward stood frozen to the spot until she added, “He would rather die than ever hurt me.”

                                                                                                                                                                                    

Edward backed out of the room and watched as the dragon pulled Lilith close to its body with its long spiked tail. When he had reached the steps, Edward turned around to check on Lilith and for a moment, a blink of an eye, he saw the dragon morph into a beautiful winged warrior, an angel who held Lilith tightly in his arms.

                                                                                                                         

But it was the briefest of moments and then the warrior became a dragon once more and as Edward made his way down the stone steps, the sobs from both lovers echoed behind him.