Happy Sunday guys.

I am sharing these stories because it could perhaps clear the way for someone out there.

By "clear the way", I mean it will allow someone out there to see that life is indeed rich and bubbling with possibilities. The only thing holding us back is our believes and misconceptions...

I particular enjoyed Jenny's case...

If you didn't..., that's the link to part 1 below.

https://www.nairaland.com/7921819/3-women-4-miracles-1

Original story is sourced from:

https://web.facebook.com/tosinkingjames/posts/pfbid0zvEeTWfnaC57bJJRYGCXrNSqaoZ3VE5gfChbDCsJ57QtxBP4WiE2w2mHjTYeAk7Fl

Ok

SCHOOL FEES FROM ACROSS THE VEIL


At about the same period, my sister had a different miracle. Jenny (not her real name) was then living with me. She was also a student of Eckankar.

Before Eckankar, Jenny was accustomed to miracles and relating with Souls beyond the veil.

A year before the event I am about to narrate, our father had translated (died). A week after, my dad visited my apartment in his new Light body.

It was around 8:00 p.m. Jenny had gone to bed and was about to drift off to sleep when our dad appeared in the apartment.

He stood by my sister's bedroom door. I was not home. In fact, I was far away on the other side of the city.

"You're home alone," he remarked.
"Yes, my brother has gone for the night." She replied while taking in the new appearance of this mysterious man.

"This is why I love you," he confessed to her. This did not go unnoticed by Jenny. This was the first time he would ever express such a sentiment.

"You're alone in this house, but you're not afraid. You're indeed my true daughter."

She smiled. It's never late to express your true feelings, even if it comes after discarding the physical body. Love is still love.

"But why are you at home? I know your school has resumed. You should be on campus by now."
"I've not been able to make up my school fees. My brother is trying his best but he hasn't been paid for the contract he did."

"I see. Don't worry. In the next few days, I will send you the money." He was a man of few words but more of action. He never used words unless they would describe a definite action. He brought us up to mind the tongue.

'Speak only when it's necessary. Silence is not a sign of weakness,' he would tell me and my siblings. So, when a man who was a mystic, church treasurer, herbalist, and a clairvoyant, makes a pledge after his death, to send you money, be rest assured he would keep to that promise.

Two days later, a distant cousin called Jenny. "I have this nudge to find out how you're doing, you being Baba's youngest child.

Why are you still at home?"
Jenny told her what the problem was.
"Send me your account number. I'm going to send you that money now. I want you in school by tomorrow."

The cousin sent the money to my sister. It all looked very casual, except to a few of us who were aware of the fact that this cousin had never given as much as a bottle of soda to anyone I knew since I was an adult.

This was my father's doing from across the veil. Although he had left enough to hand over to his children, the will and the estate were still undergoing due process.

This did not interest me or Jenny due to how we brought ourselves up: Never depend on another person's sweat for your survival, even if that person is your dad. However, Jenny was used to uninterrupted acts of Grace and percolations of the Holy Spirit.

JENNY AND THE CHINESE HOLY MAN

In another incident, when she was visited by an advanced Master of Chinese origin, I was also not at home.

It was 2:00 p.m. She was lying on the three-seater couch in the living room, writhing in agony, caused by excruciating abdominal pains.

She could barely move. This was before the era of cell phones when you could push a button and help would find you. She had no other option but to fall back on the ECK teachings she had been exposed to.

She began to sing HU for help. After a few minutes, she had a strong nudge to switch to chanting "Lai Tsi" the name of a Chinese Master who lives on the Third Heaven but serves God in all the Universes. He has the ability to make corporeal appearances anywhere in the Universe.

Attached Lai Tsi the Chinese Holy Man

Two weeks before, I had told Jenny about Lai Tsi, an advanced healer who was helpful to people whom I knew around that time.

I had given her a technique: "You can chant his name if there is an absolute need for you to seek his help. He will hear you. He will help you, but it may not be as you expect, so keep your heart and mind open. (For more about Lai Tsi see the link at the end of this article.)

Now, she chanted for help, but the pains did not subside. In the process, she fell to the floor, clutching desperately to her stomach. But she never lost faith.

She never stopped chanting. After about five minutes, there was a knock on the living room door. The door wasn't locked but someone had knocked on it.

My sister opened her eyes to see who it was. She knew the front door was locked. She also knew I was the only one with the key to open it.

Her first expectation was that her beloved brother had returned home from work, which would have been quite a relief, were it so.

However, when her eyes opened she was confronted by the diminutive figure of the Chinese Holy Man, dressed like a Buddhist priest, with a pouch tied to his waist. She recognized Lai Tsi immediately.

My daughter, you called me," he announced as unceremoniously as though he lived next door.

Jenny was happy to see him. She would have been stunned by this rarity—the presence of a holy man from the third Heaven—but the pains in her abdomen robbed her of the sense of awe. That would come back later.

Yes, my stomach aches. Help me," she stuttered.

"Yes," he said. He proceeded to remove a scalpel from the pouch. "We have to do a little operation right here." He paced towards her, holding the scalpel as though intending to cut open her abdomen.

Jenny's eyes widened in terror as she watched him approach with the surgeon's knife.

"No. No. It will be painful," she protested.
Jenny is a strong woman who can endure practically anything.

But at that time, one of her worst fears was seeing blood from a cut on her body. The thought of being cut open with no one at home to take her to the hospital if the bleeding didn't stop scared her to bits.

"No, please don't cut me!"

"Very well," the Holy One said, taking a few steps backwards.

It should be said here that the Masters do not intervene unless you call.

They will never interfere in your space unless invited. And as Jenny would soon find out, what Lai Tsi planned to do with the scalpel was not what she thought.

She probably would never have found out if the pains had not gripped her again.

"Please do the operation," she said amidst agonizing pains and tears.

The Holy One smiled. "Very well. I will proceed." He bent down. With a slow sweep of his palm over her stomach, done without making any physical contact, her tummy opened.

It was like a scene from one of those Aladdin movies. But this was not a fable or fairytale.

This was live and real, in the middle of the afternoon, in a two-bedroom apartment on the outskirts of Lagos, Nigeria.

Her stomach opened but there was no cut and no blood.

With the scalpel, he removed a whitish tissue the size of a Ping-Pong ball.

With a deft twist of his hand, the tissue disappeared into thin air. Gone, like it had never existed.

With another sweeping motion of the palm, he closed her up. There was no sign that her stomach was ever opened.

The pain was gone. He returned the scalpel to the pouch, stepped back and raised his right hand, palm open towards Jenny in benediction.

Then he too vanished into thin air, exiting the scene as dramatically as he had entered.

Jenny was astonished, yet grateful. She chanted HU for a while, sending waves of gratitude to God and to Lai Tsi. That's how Jenny received her second miracle.

Up Next: KUNBI'S IBADAN MIRACLE

Sometime in June 2023, I got a distress call from Kunbi (not her real name), a Christian lady who was about to travel to the UK for her Masters, come July.

She had about a month to the travel date. But why was she crying during the WhatsApp call?

"I've been having serious abdominal pains for about six months now. On and off. But yesterday I couldn't bear it any longer. I decided to go to the clinic.

The doctor sent me to the lab. The scan was done…" She broke off, sobbing profusely.
"Kunbi, I can't hear you clearly. What is the problem?"

"The scan showed an ovarian cyst. The doctor said I have to operate. The appointment is for Tuesday next week. Why is my life so miserable?" She began to weep again.

I tried to put what she was saying in perspective. This is another lady who has not had a child and was diagnosed with a potentially serious problem in her reproductive organs.

Again, this lady was based in Ibadan. Both of the Ibadan events were a few decades apart but I could hear the Voice of Spirit very clearly.

I was to be of help by showing Kumbi the unfathomable Grace of the Holy Spirit.

"OK, let's see how to make lemonade from this lemon," I said, "You have to realize that every action or incident that happens to you is not an accident. It is a conveyor of either a blessing or a lesson. More often than not, both of them work hand in hand."

"How can this be a blessing?" she countered, "My mom has sold everything she has to help me get to this stage. Now I'm going to lose it all… I'm a failure. God, why me? Why me?"

The sobbing resumed. I suggested she end the call so she could take a moment to sort things out, but she insisted she was ready to hear me. So we continued.

"I know you're a Christian," I said, "but if you don't mind, I can show you how we pray in Eckankar.

It is simple, just a two-letter word. It doesn't direct God but it helps us connect with the Holy Spirit at the highest level possible.

By doing so we rise above the problem so we can see and hear clearly. The solution to every problem exists but it is not easy to see, if you're still wrestling with the problem.

"You have to detach from the problem so you can see it clearly. However, a horizontal detachment will not solve the issue.

A vertical detachment where you rise above the problem gives you the capacity to find a solution beyond the box of the mind and emotions.

It's at this level that the Mahanta will show you the 360-degree profile of what's going on and how to turn the lesson into a blessing."

I noticed she had calmed down. That was a good sign. Raw emotions are obstacles to Higher perception, just as the logical mind is also a hindrance.

"Tell me what to do," she demanded.

"If you give me permission I will teach you how to sing HU. We can even sing it together.

Secondly, I will teach you some other dietary and herbal procedures you can follow between now and Tuesday when you will go for the second appointment."


"I give you permission to teach me everything."
"Good."

I linked up with the Holy Spirit for guidance and specific instructions on how to help her connect to the Source of all powers, love and freedom.

It was on a Friday. She had exactly four days before the next doctor's appointment, which may likely be followed by the surgery.

If the surgery happened, the possibility that she wouldn't be able to travel as scheduled was very high.

Even if she had to do the surgery, I would have preferred she travelled out first.

While in England, she could sort herself out better. She would have resumed her program and also have access to other specialists who might be better situated to handle her situation.

Whatever my thoughts and preferences, the Holy Spirit was in a better position to direct and transmute the situation in the best interest of the young lady.