She is known by many names, but her investment in humanity is huge and often unsung. She has been usurped by religions and relegated to the background or given status as the vehicle of life, but always shrouded in robes or in mystery. Yet, she is our Mother, the holy one who has birthed life and upholds us in her arms of Love.
Years ago, I had evidence of a miracle that I did not fully understand. We all are participants in miracles, but often are so involved with seeing life through a narrow lens that we miss the miraculous elements that are around us all the time.
It was when my partner was undergoing a major health challenge, and I didn’t know if he would get well or not. One night I had a dream and in it I was standing outside a restaurant waiting for him to pay the bill. As I stood there, I could see the whole bay that ran the length of our peninsula, and hovering above and slowly moving down the center of the bay was a beautiful angel who was full of grace and shining her light as she went. I stood transfixed as did the two other people who were standing with me, and suddenly as she reached the southern tip, she shot up into the sky and became one of a whole circle of images that represented the feminine face of God from all traditions. I was amazed and upon waking could remember this dream in detail, which was rare for me.
A few days after this dream, a friend called to tell me of a healer from the Philippines who was going to be in our area. He had a story related to Our Lady of Guadalupe, a rendering of Mother Mary, and she had told him to build a church on a particular spot for her. He had no idea how to do this since he was a truck driver and made very little money. She told him that she would provide the means, and that evening in his bedroom a flurry of rose petals fell from the ceiling, each with an image of a holy relic on them that seemed to have been engraved by a laser beam. He was astounded, but the message came that he should tell others about this and offer them as healing agents. People began to donate money to him, and soon the word was out about the Blessed Mother who was offering healing through rose petals.
When he came to our area, we went to hear him talk, and during his lecture, he asked for a huge vase of roses at the rear of the room to be brought to him. He said a prayer and stripped the petals from the roses and had them passed around to all of us. As we took one and passed the rest to others in our row, I looked to see a plain petal in my hands. He then asked that we hold the petals to our chest and think of the Blessed Mother. After a special prayer, he asked us to look at our petals, and lo and behold there were images that appeared. I received an image of a Christ child. My partner had an image of the Virgin Mary holding her child. We were quite amazed. The next day we went with our friend to see relics that someone she knew had, and there was the image on a tapestry of Our Lady of Guadalupe. It was quite stunning, and we appreciated seeing it after hearing the story of the Filipino Healer.
A week later, my partner was picking up donated medical equipment for the non-profit agency he worked for, and while in the garage, the man donating it asked if he had any use for a box of decorative tiles that were no longer needed by him. It just so happened that our friend was doing art work with pieces of tile, so he took the box and brought it home. We didn’t bother to see what the tiles were until a few weeks later. As we took them out, we saw that there seemed to be a pattern, so we laid them out on our picnic table, and lo and behold, there was Our Lady of Guadalupe!! To say we were surprised is an understatement. The synchronicity of the events that began with my dream were so stunning that I felt there was something of the miraculous connected to them.
After that experience, my partner began getting well, and a diagnosis of only 4 years to live was changed to full remission. We put the box of tiles away, not wanting them to be used for art projects, and a couple years ago, I was prompted to bring them out and arrange them on a background so that we could hang the image of Guadalupe on our fence. We did that, and her presence has been felt ever since. I go out frequently and offer prayers and thanks, always remembering that miracles are real and around us all the time if we but pay attention.