THE 11.11 MIRACLE

Years ago, I lost contact with the man I was madly in love with.

I mean this literally... one minute we had a date scheduled, and the next, my texts wouldn’t go through, my calls wouldn’t go through, and there was absolutely no explanation for it.

I agonized over this for 2 or 3 months.

Of course the situation felt scary, but deep down I knew things weren’t over.

I spent many hours contemplating what I should do about the relationship…

Do I move on?
Begin duty-dating?
Manifest a new man?
What’s the path of least resistance here? 
Should I back off this area of life?

Is this some sort of “sign” to give up?

You name it, I asked it.

When it comes to love, one of the things you’ll often hear is “this person or someone better,” and every time I heard that, a wave of hot rage would wash over me.

But one day, I decided to be radically honest with myself and genuinely do a temperature check on how I felt.

I want to stress here, in case any of you get any ideas from this, that when you do these types of comparisons, you have to compare the thing you want to something exceptional, something so, so delightful and enticing. Usually where people mess up is they compare what they want to absence, settling, or something not as good. That’s NOT what you want to measure here since that will jack up the experiment.

So I sat with myself and honestly compared each possible end. I did my absolute best to imagine someone greater than the man I was in love with. I conjured up fictional date nights and conversations. I painted my desires in full color and detail, flexing my imagination to the best of my ability.

I toggled between both connections, and every time I contemplated the fictional man, I still felt angry.

I took the data at face value, and said the scary prayer…

“Hey God… if I’ve got this wrong and he’s not thee guy, the right one for me in this life, please remove him from my life swiftly and clearly. If he’s not the one, bring someone better now. If he’s not the one, remove my desire for him from my heart.”

And in full trust and conviction, I knew it was done.

There was no secret mental pleading: “okay I’m praying *wink wink* but please please please God, don’t take him away!” I meant what I said in that prayer, and I was serious about wanting him to be removed if he wasn’t right. I was fully okay with the possibility of temporary loss.

Once again I turned to mediation, where instead of attempting to peer into the future, squeeze God for answers, or make something happen, I simply practiced loving him unconditionally each day.

It got to the point where I felt like I didn’t care if he ever spoke to me again. Loving him in the silence and the distance was fine with me. I loved him, I loved his choices, I loved his freedom, I loved it all.

I practiced and practiced and practiced.

It ended up becoming my favorite part of my day!

One day in August, I checked my phone and had a missed call from him. I called back right away, but it didn’t go through.

The silence continued, and so did my practice.

A few weeks went by, and in September, I called him. This time, it wen’t to voicemail and I left a message.

Silence.

More practice.

Eventually I discovered that when you practice flowing love every day, fear stays away. Of course it can return, but for the most part it can’t live in that energetic environment. I felt no fear about the silence.

One day, I got a vision during one of my meditations. It wasn’t a forced visual I was rehearsing, but a vision that came to me. In the vision, it was complete darkness except for the glow of my phone with an incoming call from him.

Every time I went into meditation, I had the same vision. Of course, I would try to “push” the vision and get more out of it, but I was never successful.

This went on for days.

And on 11/11, I woke up, and there it was… the glow from my phone with the incoming call from him.

It was surreal, and hands down the best phone call of my life.

I picked up the phone and he immediately told me how happy he was that I answered. Apparently his mom called him that morning and told him that his voicemail box was full… when he checked his voicemail, my message from September (!!!) popped up and he called me right away.

Want to know what’s even crazier?

He had been trying to get ahold of me for 6 months. He was calling and texting me through the silence, but nothing would go through, so he thought I blocked him!

We talked nonstop for an hour and a half, until he had to start his workday.

And of course, things progressed from there…

I have found God to be extra communicative in meditation, sometimes with words or sounds, but very often for me, with pictures.

Your imagination is not just a broadcasting device, but a receiving device as well.

One more thing that I’ll leave you with here, I always find that when I divest from my inner world and imagination, my creations often become dull and the magic begins to wither. I feel like I more often fall into the “just enough” trap when that happens.

Imagination is a constant, never ending portal for God, and the creative energy we all crave so much.

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