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Pray One Minute for a Miracle for All Mankind

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Why pray for a miracle one minute a day–every day?

Why make it a focus of your appreciation to pray for a miracle one minute every day?
(Let’s say one minute every day at 1PM.)

Because we’ve heard awe-inspiring stories of people saved from disasters by what seemed like angels–

Such as the woman blinded by swirling smoke on that tragic morning of September 11, 2001, who was led safely down collapsing World Trade Center stairs by a stranger’s hand–by a fireman nobody else later claimed to see or know–

Such as the crippled Tokyo nuclear power plant in March 2011, whose toxic core mysteriously DID NOT overheat & melt down, though the control room gauges reportedly revealed an unknown force, even greater than the plant workers’ heroics, must have intervened to save it–

Or such as, in my own life, the horrible sense of foreboding & unexplainable abdominal distress that forced me, despite a massive pile of work, to beg my boss for the first time to let me leave early–with the result that I walked home whistling my way through the darkened bowels of the WTC to the Jersey PATH train station at 5:30AM, instead of my scheduled 9AM–on 9/11–

But those are during disasters, the short-sighted might say.

Why should I pray for a miracle if I’m fine?
Isn’t that just looking for trouble?
Isn’t it a sign of weakness, asking God to do everything for us?

In response, I’ll cut out all the well-proven scientific rebuttals–

Such as how quantum physicists would say we humans, each & every one of us on our tiny global trampoline, are invisibly connected in a living interactive web to every local power surge, speed bump, mass visualized event, and probable & possible event in the Universe–

And how we together instantly play, with varying degrees of conscious awareness, ever-kaleidoscoping roles in the creation of our mass & private reality–

Instead I’ll answer with 3 simple truths to this question:

Why would it benefit us to pray for a miracle at least one minute a day, every day, at 1PM?

Number One Answer, because we do need it. Let’s be honest with ourselves.

Number Two, because we would enjoy it.

Number Three, because IT WORKS.

And Mother Earth needs it.

The human race & every sentient being, every living, creeping, swimming, flying creature on Earth NEEDS it & DESERVES it.

Because we are not meant to wait for a time of desperation to pray for a miracle.

We can see plenty of desperation & suffering already in the world around us.

Instead, we are invited by the Great Spirit to pray EVERY DAY because a MIRACLE is NOT just what helps us through a disaster or hopeless situation that’s in our face–

We are scientifically constructed to use–to MASTER–the invisible METAPHYSICAL SOUL MAGIC that opens the right door, that turns scowls to smiles, that changes very real physical conditions, that turns a “No” to a “Yes”, that turns confusion or regret into clarity and hope–

That makes the quantum possibility of our experiencing, or not surviving, future “disasters” of any kind progressively less likely.

We should do it for ourselves, for our neighbors, for our country–

For our one squabbling human family that doesn’t yet know it loves itself.

The more you try a daily prayer for a miracle, the better your life will become–

Because no matter what your situation, you are giving God permission to give you the gift of YES.

No matter what the conditions in your present and future life–

Because we all will have our unexpected struggles & pains–

We can honestly say that by saying YES to God’s and the Universe’s miracles of ANY kind–

We are better for it.

Happier for it.

We are made stronger than ever before.

And according to quantum mechanics experts, the benefits of our regular daily focus regularly multiply as they spill over into our visible everyday world to assist us when and where we need it most.

Positive, powerful, practical focus tends to bring positive, powerful, practical results.

When and where we least expect it!

Peace to you my friend.
Thank you for caring and sharing.
Blessings for you in your new world.

Please join my new FB page: Pray One Minute for a Miracle for All Mankind.
Thank you!
Scott Ufford Psychic-Philosopher

Copyright 2011

Raw 9/11/2001 WTC Memorial Poem: YOU DIED

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A raw memorial poem I wrote in NYC in 2001 immediately after destruction of the World Trade Center & the slaughter of 4,000:

YOU DIED.

My heart is ripped open.
Gouged open.
I am in shock.
I am grief.

* * * * * * * * * * *

My brain is pounding pounding
My pulse is crazed
Everything is askew
Empty
Whirling
Gasping breathless.
I’m spinning.
Who will catch me?
What can heal me?
What is real?
Where are you now?

* * * * * * * * * * *

No words to cry.
No one to hear me.
No way to cry.
My blood runs away.
Painfully sweet.
My pain flows like warm honey
Into your hive.
Into my full memories of you.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Incredible loss.
Horrific waste.
No comprehension.
I will never see you again?
Impossible.
My heart recoils at the thought
Like a gunshot aimed
In a terribly
Insanely
Wrong direction.
Look, I’ll prove it.
With my eyes closed tight right now,
I can still see you . . .

* * * * * * * * * * *

Life.
Slowly.
Flows.
Back.
Into my wretched heart.
Heals it like a
Long-vanished ocean tide
Returning to bathe crusted shores
To wash away my grief.
I am so grateful to you.

* * * * * * * * * * *

I can feel you grinning with relief.
At me.
You live in stunning new dimensions.
You see me finally
Waking up.
And.
Breathing.
Deeply.
On my side of the ripped veil.
We are both going to be
Okay.
In the morning, my tears taste
Good.

* * * * * * * * * * *


Bloody History of this Raw Memorial Poem

These few words about slaughtered friends,
about unexpected sacrifices, losses, grief and redemption
at NYC’s World Trade Center and across America
were written one gray morning after September 11, 2001.

Pinned to the sagging wire fence at Union Square Park–

surrounded by heaps of sad flowers taped to hopeful notes
pleading for any word of the whereabouts of loved ones lost in the confusion–

lit by nearby pools of candles burning in memoriam over smiling family photos of the doomed–

abandoned to the elements just a stone’s throw from the Dalai Lama’s
scale model of the Twin Towers wreathed in carnations and tears–

half hidden next to park visitors’ unforgettable words and pictures of anguish,
anger, prayer and pleading scrawled on a giant public paper canvas taped around all the paths–

two weeks later to be rolled up & shipped to the Smithsonian for what?
for safekeeping?–

my simple words lost in the miserable maze heaped
below the 145 year old gray equestrian statue of Washington
inscribed in bold chalk letters with the message PEACE NOT WAR–

this little memorial poem somehow got scooped up & quoted
on sites dotting the countryside, such as
Tulsa World.

Is it all just about luck?
About the Divine Hand?
About when it’s your time to go, you go?

By the grace of unseen guidance I and so many others survived.
Others did not.
We still remember them.

The blessings and lessons of our lives go on.

Scott Ufford
Spiritualist minister
Copyright 2001, 2011