Articles on Stories of Grace
On October 9, 2012, fifteen-year-old Malala Yousafzai was shot in the face at point-blank range by a Taliban gunman in retaliation for her public work on behalf of education for girls. Malala gave all credit for her miraculous survival to the enormous outpouring of prayer from her worldwide family of well-wishers.
I sat in the middle of the floor — overwhelmed with love and gratitude for the all-merciful, all-forgiving, unconditional love of our Master, there all the time, waiting patiently for his child’s heart to open, that he might enter and take charge of my life.
My hands submerged in the warm, soapy water, I heard Divine Mother’s guiding inner voice: “You have to go, or else you have to get cancer, for there is no other way to teach you your lessons.” Her message stunned me to my core.
Although healings and miracles are certainly wonderful, and are indeed signs of God’s presence, His withholding of such gifts does not mean His love is not there. As Paramhansa Yogananda taught, “Sometimes God works through misdiagnosis, when it is your time.”
Here I was, trying to be a peace-loving, sixties-style hippie, but my reception committee was a canine cat killer and a racist. I put the word out about Sascha. John in particular I warned, asking him please to let me know whenever he was coming over.
In your consciousness there are all kinds of records. You must destroy all records that revive memories of unhappiness. By remembering an experience you live it over again. Thus, it is sometimes important to cultivate forgetfulness.
The phrase, “The old way doesn’t work anymore” became my new reality. No longer could I power my way through life. I had to listen to the Guru’s inner guidance and ask, “What is trying to happen here?”
As I put my hand on the lever of the door, I heard a very clear and strong voice in my head say, “Don’t open the door.” Unfortunately, my comprehension of the message came a nanosecond too late to prevent me from pushing the door open.
This was my first experience of Sri Yukteswar’s vibration through his past life as Lanfranc, and it was so tender and beautiful that I have remembered my meditation in that place ever since. I have had other reminders of Sri Yukteswar’s unutterably sweet vibration since then.
Why is one saved from suicide? In his heart of hearts, he was a good man driving a red truck, and his true colors came out (although reluctantly at first) even in his darkest hour. By saving us, he saved himself.
During my first days in North Carolina, I often found myself in the crossfire of distrust between my father and aunt. Although my grandfather was now facing serious challenges, their unresolved feelings toward each other made it difficult for them to agree on how best to help him.
I shouted out in a voice foreign even to me; it resonated down to the depths of my soul, “God, Christ Jesus, I DID NOT COME TO INDIA TO DIE!”
Although the trail to the bus was very slippery with rivulets of water running down the hill, the boy was effortlessly climbing upward. It was almost as though he was flying up the rocky slope.
According to Pentecostals, yogis like Swami Kriyananda were going to Hell. But all my prayers brought nothing. Kriyananda produced.
Yogananda said inwardly to himself, “Satan! How often has he tried to win me. This time it was with the offer of social prestige!”
Master said, “I could walk on fire and fill every auditorium with curiosity-seekers, but what good would that do? People need to love God.”
What’s important here is that it’s possible to adjust our concept of time to our actual needs. We can narrow time, or expand it.
I had seen Divine Mother in moments of beauty and joy. Now She was showing me that even in my darkest moments, She remained with me. I didn’t need to hide anything because, in Her great compassion, She loved me unconditionally.
There I was just another speck of humanity, unnoticed and left alone on the corner of 39th street and 6th Avenue in New York City, having a divine experience that profoundly changed my life. From that moment on, calmness descended upon me, and I knew that every minute of my life had unfolded perfectly.
When I found myself horizontal in the air going backwards, I rotated my body to face into the fall and saw that I was going head first down a long steep stairwell. Then I heard a voice of power like I have never heard before. “Oh! God! NO!”