Carolina Montague

Dear Readers,

I’d like to start a discussion about miracles.

Years ago, (1997) after my second divorce, I starved myself to be thin. When I started doing yoga to get into shape, I did “the plough” and felt bones shift in my neck. The next morning I woke with the worst headache of my life, and it never went away . . . until 2006.

Even though I was in pain most of the time, I went on internet dating sites – many of them. I dyed my hair dark auburn and wore black leather jackets, thinking that I would find a man who could be a partner; someone who could pull his own weight, would be a companion, and would help share the load of being a single mother of a teenage boy who was trying his best to flunk out of high school. I went from “Well maybe he’ll graduate, his father and grandfather will help him with getting into college, and then I can check out, I can die. I’ve done my work” to “I’d just be happy if he keeps breathing.”

What I found were men who wanted me to financially support them. Ha! Not that they were bad men. A few were quite delightful – I was with a physics guy who was a kick but terribly commitment phobic; a very young French man who wanted some fun but I couldn’t see being with someone nearly half my age; and many “artists with no visible means of support” who wanted me to support them.

And I was still in pain. It sucked so much I wanted to jump off the Golden Gate Bridge, but with a child to raise I couldn’t do that.

It was when I saw a picture of me with my teenage son, taken by my sister, that I gave up. I looked at it and knew that “that hair does not go with that face” and I was tired of starving myself.

I gave up. Got my own hair back after several years. Ate like a normal person.

But I was still in pain most of the time. Like the heroine of my book Sacred Guardian I had constant migraines. I was dragging myself day after day to work, just waiting until my son graduated so maybe I could overdose or something. I certainly wasn’t helping my son. It sucked having a mother in pain all the time and he couldn’t help her. But what kind of a message would it be if I killed myself? I couldn’t do it so I kept dragging myself to work day after day.

Doctors could not help me. They said it would only get worse the older I got.

So I kept on putting one foot in front of the other until February 6, 2006, at Unity Church, a bunch of people stood up on the pulpit in front of us and Doug Lindeman (rest in peace, Doug – he died late in 2006) told us they had been given a gift through a 21-Day-Process in India. A gift they would like to give to us. All we had to do was put a blue dot on our shoulder and they would give us this gift.

I thought “Why not?” I’d had all kinds of energy healing that hadn’t worked and was studying with a Teacher who could transmit Shakti, so I figured it couldn’t hurt to have people who looked like librarians, accountants, and carpenters, put their hands on my head for a minute or so. I didn’t expect anything at all – I was just hoping that the imitrex I’d taken would keep working until I could get home and collapse; hoped I could get up the next morning and make it through the day.

When one of them put her hands on my head, I felt a trickle of liquid love shiver down my spine and settle around my heart. I thought “Wow! How can these regular people transmit Shakti energy like this?” I also saw an intense blue light behind my eyelids.

After they finished, I thought “That was cool – now can I make it home?”

The next morning when I woke up, I knew something was different. I felt scared – what was wrong??

When I finally “got” what it was, I started to cry.

I’d woke up for the first time in nearly ten years without the constant headache that never had left me, not ever, since 1997.

How had that happened? I had prayed for so long to be healed – so very long that I had finally given up and just asked to be helped to get through each day – so how could a person just like me, a regular person, not a guru or a reiki “master” have done this??

I kept waiting for the miracle to go away, for the constant headache I’d had that had never went away since 1997. But it still hasn’t returned.

Not that I don’t have migraines from time to time, but at least now I have a clue about what was triggering them, and even the number of migraines went down from 3 to 4 a week to 2 a week to 1 a week to 1 or 2 a month.

How did they do that??

So I went to India to find out.  I’ll be writing more about this and interviewing people who experienced this energy.

Has it been easy?

No.

Is my life easy now?

Hell, no.

But it sure is better than it was.

I’ve had tons of miracles happen – things I can’t explain.

For example, I was declared completely barren by medical doctors and yet I had a son (not in-vitro – the old fashioned way!); a man who was driving me back from an event we both attended in 2002 blacked out behind the wheel of my car – driving up Highway 80 at 65 miles and hour in the far left lane, and somehow a voice guided me to, from the passenger side, maneuver the car through traffic, bit by bit to the right shoulder (his foot was off the gas pedal) and safely slow it so I could pull up the emergency brake to stop it.

There is lots more, but I just wanted to share this. I’m sure some of you have experiences like mine, or even more.

So there you are.

Your turn!

Blessings,

Carolina