Can anyone help me locate a quote -- I believe it was a scientist -- who said something like, "I never claimed it was possible, only that it was true." ?
My friend Madhava Setty (Substack @ Insult to Intuition, http://madhavasetty.substack.com) has found the quote for us. I edited the article above to include a paragraph about Sir William Crookes, inventor of the cathode ray tube that dominated TV technology until the flat screen came along.
i was also thinking this yesterday as i ran my tongue over the parts of my gums behind which steel plates are fixed to hold my skull together after my traffic accident...and remembered the time i was saved in the nick of time from anaphylaxis after a severe crab allergy, saved from being taken away from an undertow at sea, and on and on...how many reminders do i need to tell me that i am here for a reason? to help others put fragments of their lives' tragedy and pain together to show that we can be reborn everyday.
thank you for this reminder, Josh.
so much gratitude to you and your miraculous survival and to help carry this most important message to the world.
Praise God. So happy God gave you a God's glory story. I have many, many inexplicable (by science, man, or logic, attested to by more than just me) miracle stories in my long life. I call them my God's Glory Stories cuz that's the only thing left to do after experiencing them... Give God all the glory. He has even, 4 times, told me what would happen, but then I hear repeatedly over in my head "tell everyone what is about to happen." Those words will not stop until I tell, and then they stop immediately. That way, there is no way to deny that it was all God. And all four times, God did exactly as he said he would. I never take the credit, but every time it has been very difficult to tell others, and quite inappropriate at times. I am looked at as a lunatic, out of touch, even cruel. By the fourth time, everyone finally believed me. I'm incredibly grateful to God for blessing me with telling me and witnessing these amazing miracles, including ones that have happened to me and he blessed me with personally. God is real. He loves us and wants to help us and wants the glory! And he wants us to spread the word! So proud of you for doing it. So glad you stuck it out and are now a witness for God's grace and wonder. Blessings! Merry Christmas!
Absolutely. They happen the same way each time. The first time it happened, it was a minor type of thing, meaning not life or death like 2 others. My best friend had been through a really, really terrible marriage, very awful things happened. She wrote up a letter to her ex husband that she did not give him, writing out exactly what she wanted in a man. I read it, and immediately was totally overwhelmed with a flood of joy and peace. There is no way to describe it other than that. I felt like I was a cup, and joy filled me all the way fill and was overflowing out of me, emanating from me. I heard a voice tell me that it would all come true, every line, every word, but I had to tell her. And when I tell you that repeated in my head and would not stop, I mean it was incredibly annoying. I could hear nothing else. It was overwhelming. The joy still there, the absolute full knowledge that it would happen, just as she wrote. So, at the risk of sounding crazy, or her not believing me, which was a smaller risk of the repeated message not stopping, I told her. One year later, almost to the day, she called me, and told me she was getting married. And she told me that this man met every single one of her statements. She did NOT however, list for him to be handsome.... And handsome he is not. But he's a godly, incredible man, and could not be more perfect for her and her kids. They are like the Brady bunch, 3 kids each, and the Lord has blessed them.
The one that was the most obvious, and the most dramatic, was the second time it happened. We got a call in the middle of the night that my husband's nephew had been in a horrible car accident. We found out that he had been driving incredibly fast, the car flipped through the air, very high, the door flew open, and he was thrown out, flying through the air. He happened to be seen by an ER trauma nurse who atypically was walking with her husband. He ran to call the ambulance, and she took care of him until paramedics got there. He looked battered and bruised, but his brain had swelled up. Longer story shorter, and a few other "just happened to..." things happened that later showed many miraculous things lined up just right to keep him alive. While we were at the hospital, the doctor came out and said they had to remove part of his skull to relieve the swelling, and that if it didn't go down in 10 minutes, he was going to die, and if he survived, he would likely be brain damaged. His parents were there, his grandmother, my husband and me. They broke down and started sobbing.... But my body, again, was absolutely, and fully FLOODED with the most intense, immense joy that caused me to giggle and grin uncontrollably. Picture it. Everyone else was devasted, and I was this giggling, grinning loon. I started to pray, and asked the grandmother to go pray with me in the chapel. She was shaking uncontrollably. But within my brain, I was hearing over and over again. Matt would live, would end up without a scratch or bruise on him, no brain damage, and it would end up being like it never happened. But I HAD to tell them the message. Because God wanted them to know it sold be he who would save Matt. Not the doctors, not Time, not Science, and not Chance. And if I didn't tell them, God wouldn't get the glory. And the message was on repeat. I had to tell these people who were sobbing that God was going to do all of these things. And I really could not control the grinning lunacy. They hated me for it. They thought I was cruel. They told me to stop. But then, one thing after another jept happening. Miracles that the doctor could not explain. She was certain Matt was about to die. She had told them to say their goodbyes, but I refused. And after a week of him being in an induced coma, and a couple of months of TBI therapy, he was perfect. Not a scratch except the skull surgery. Not a broken bone or bruise. No cognitive problems at all. An absolute miracle. The things that had to line up and happen were quite amazing, as well. God's hand was ALL over this.
Another one was a teen girl who was badly burned. Same thing... The joy, the message, the "pressing" to tell others under horrible circumstances, etc. And the last one.... God told me, twice, with the joy, etc and the inappropriate times, that Trump would be back on the WH. I told a bunch of people, but I was not given a time line. And that a worldwide revival for Christ is coming. The joy was immense and overwhelming, the tears of happiness flowed, and I hugged someone during this, and she felt it, too. If everyone could experience the joy I have felt at these times, there would be no more war, no more hate, and no fear of death. It's really crazy. Sounds crazy, but I have so many people who heard me tell them what would happen, and then it happened, just as I said it would, and gave the credit to God. And I will do so until the end of my days on earth. ♥ Let me know if you have questions.
Looks like this post of 3 miracles was too long for most people to read. I'll have to learn to keep God's Glory Stories shorter so more will know He's real. Too many people witnessed these with me for anyone to doubt it's veracity.
I've had other stuff happen, but not told in advance. One more thing.... I am on meds that make me sleepy. I used to drive (stupidly), and once I was driving and fell asleep while driving fairly slowly, but still going. I woke up with the really strong, hard feel of a hand slamming down on my knee, and causing my foot to hit the brake hard enough to stop inches away from the car in front of me, waking me up in shock. I felt that hand on my knee for weeks afterward. I will never forget the feeling. It saved me and the car.
I live with a crazymaking split outlook: On the rational side, it is clear the world is heading straight for the financial, economic and ecological cliff. Inwardly, however, I feel a new world of possibilities being born. The darkness of the likely future balances out the buoyancy of my inner life.
I have no idea how this will turn out, but I'm sure clear I'm not in control. I'm just doing my part, following my inner guidance.
BTW, there was no earlier reference to Michael Grosso.
Michael Grosso wrote the book on Joseph of Cupertino that I linked.
Keep the horrors of the globalists and the sadness of earth grief in your head. Keep the coming possibilities in your heart, and work to build community, day by day.
Here in Japan the immaterial world is not considered so far from the material one. That I see all over the place here where people ask the immaterial for help, kind of like seance and science.
Thank you, Josh, for this wonderful and o, so true, testament -- a lovely Christmas gift it is. Reflecting on some of the miracles in my life, I remember this simple but very true event: I was in a department story searching for a gift for my young nephew. Rejecting all the plastic toys and other soul-less toys, I decided to give him a plant, starting with a seed he could see come up -- perhaps an herb, like parsley. I bought a cute clay planter pot and asked the clerk if she knew where I could buy seeds (it was dead of winter then). She said, "We don't have any in the store, but I have these parsley seeds In my pocket you can have. I wrapped up the pot and the seeds and sent them to my nephew.
Thanks for your story, Sue. I had a similar thing happen to me last year, and when I planted the seeds they sprouted rapidly and grew a beanstalk that reached into the clouds, where a giant ate small children while his wife played the harp. Miracles abound.
You obviously haven't heard the story from the giant's point of view. It is in my unpublished 1985 book, "Humanizing the Enemy ... and Ourselves." It will be a miracle if I revise and publish it. I will show you on New Year's Eve.
Well, Jack, you never shared this chapter of your life with your new friends. I'm glad that giant didn't eat YOU. I guess you were too big for him by then.
"We realize we have no choice but to accomplish the impossible."
That is very much like Buddhist Bodhisattva vows. :-)
I like that you tease into "miracles" in steps and layers, and point out that a large portion of the "miraculous" is discovering that we have misunderstood the actual nature of :reality".
One's assumptions about "reality" are sometimes shattered by undeniable experience, which may not translate at all to another human when explained, or only superficially transmit. A human who has had a similar experience will "get it" through recognition, but abstract thought can only misunderstand.
I have always felt that way about "my" lessons, that I can tell the stories, but that the stories are not "lessons".
The edge of living or not living is a place where one may learn such lessons, or not, but one has to be ready for the lesson.
Where is the fine fuzzy edge within physical-reality which allows Karma to work? I have pondered it a lot.
Newtonian mechanics works, and karma works. Howzat work? Is "spooky action at a distance" part of that deal? "Inquiring minds want to know."
Which "universal mind"? What of the dream is not the dreamer, to carry that analogy to a conclusion.
There is no broad answer, but there are minimally-transferrable personal answers.
I can see that we overtly and inadvertently ask about the same questions.
I could have died in my worst bike accident. I went airborne at about 45 mph after I hit sand taking a 15 mph hairpin turn going down a steep hill. My younger son was behind me, and I got about 12 ft of air with good form. "I thought you were going to stick it", he said, and I did, but I came down too hard and totally bent a beefy steel front fork (Kona Project 2 fork) when my sternum came down onto the stem, after my arms gave way. I had just taken off my t-shirt and tied it around that stem, which saved my life from one death modality. That was, perhaps, good fortune...
I had a recurring dream twice before this event happened, about 2 weeks apart. I was jumping out of an airplane at some altitude, from which I had a chance to survive, but I had to choose what part of my body to sacrifice in breakage to have that chance. I chose my left arm and shoulder, going into a left shoulder roll. I had in fact jumped solo out of an airplane a couple of times, and taken Judo in Japan, in high school, and several semesters of gymnastics in college.
Same dream. Twice. I remembered it twice. That doesn't happen to me.
It was a premonition of that accident. Id did do a left shoulder roll, sacrificing that shoulder, and a whole lot of skin, and ruining a good helmet. I recall hitting the sand, and waking-up, getting up on the road, with somebody who had stopped to help, and my son being helpful and fairly impressed by my durability and not-deadness. I got in the ambulance. I had broken ribs and had dropped my left lung, and got a chest-tube from an untalented surgical resident, with inadequate anaesthesia, etc...
This was not a surprise to me, overall, but it sure did explain that recurrent dream, which was just useful practice ahead of the event.
What forms of "time travel" are allowed? I think this is within that allowance.
Speaking of miraculous, unexpected rescues [a “black swan” event that is positive], Tolkien coined the term “Eucatastrophe” in that regard. The compilation, “The Lord of the Rings and Philosophy,” has an excellent essay on the subject, entitled “Happy Endings and Religious Hope,” but here is the Wikipedia entry which you might find interesting: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eucatastrophe
Here's something I consider to have been a miracle, occurring in San Francisco.
Some background: Recall those "plastination" exhibits, where plasticized human remains are placed on exhibit and on tour around the world, one even having as its centerpiece the corpse of a German donor astride upon and raising a riding crop over the corpse of a horse, similarly plasticized and dissected. The horseman aside, China is sufficiently over-represented in this entourage that a resolution had even been adopted in Seattle -- at the insistence of its Chinese American community -- to require certificate of informed consent from the exhibited to be produced before the show could take place in that city.
The exhibit travelled the world without incident until, in San Francisco, it had to be closed down when a transparent fluid, resembling serous drainage began leaking uncontrollably from the remains.
Until the appearance of this exhibit, only one man's remains had been permitted to reside within San Francisco city limits, and that by exception granted the Russian Church Outside of Russia for the unembalmed and incorrupt remains of St. John Maximovich, the Wonderworker of Shanghai and San Francisco to lie in a glass topped sarcophagus enshrined on the floor of the Sanctuary.
St. John was known, while in Shanghai, to have been a rescuer of orphans, particularly infant girls which he would even snatch from garbage cans to be raised in an orphanage he established there before the Revolution. In San Fransisco, the Archbishop could be seen, walking the streets barefoot.
Many miracles have been attributed to St. John; letters are routinely placed by the faithful under his sarcophagus, with petitions. One woman admitted that after she had scoffed about this practice to a friend seen placing a letter there: "He doesn't read those", St. John appeared to her in a dream that very night, with stern rebuke: "I read every one!".
Something about the appearance of a hoard of young, healthy Chinese corpses of questionable provenance taking residence in San Francisco must have offended this rescuer of orphans.
I see a different truth, peripheral to your quote from Charles just above: "The world and its inhabitants are subject now to afflictions for which there is no cure, no hope from within the normally possible." One "miracle," common in times past, but obscured over the past 50+ years by Big Food and Big Pharma and by the loss of healthy skepticism on the part of individuals, is that of diabetes. Common medical science says there is no cure, when there is (for T2D, anyway). Perhaps the miracle is helped to the fore in the first place by not stating there is "no cure, no hope from within..."
Just as you wrote earlier of the plasticity of time, flowing in more ways that unidirectional, so are miracles perhaps floating around us now.
Life is a miracle. It is the commitment, the belief in Life, and then witnessing the tiniest of messages that are totally directed especially to you, that humanity needs to wake up to. Messages such as the moment of death that you saw, but you were present and looked the other way. The message of the degree of trust, faith and gratitude you have in Life, and the Oneness with God. The message of humbling to the moment filled with a spark of Light which always comes around when you call on it and need it the most. And the message that this is your angel of protection complying with your deepest love and passion for living. How awake one is to engaging with the messages of Life is equal to how much control one has toward bringing forth the miraculous. . . Thank you Josh.
Here is a substack by Greg Reese on The Mysterious Human Heart
Can anyone help me locate a quote -- I believe it was a scientist -- who said something like, "I never claimed it was possible, only that it was true." ?
My friend Madhava Setty (Substack @ Insult to Intuition, http://madhavasetty.substack.com) has found the quote for us. I edited the article above to include a paragraph about Sir William Crookes, inventor of the cathode ray tube that dominated TV technology until the flat screen came along.
Cathode ray tubes are very, very cool devices.
Great quotes ~ both of them! Wonderful article. Thank you, Josh.
i was also thinking this yesterday as i ran my tongue over the parts of my gums behind which steel plates are fixed to hold my skull together after my traffic accident...and remembered the time i was saved in the nick of time from anaphylaxis after a severe crab allergy, saved from being taken away from an undertow at sea, and on and on...how many reminders do i need to tell me that i am here for a reason? to help others put fragments of their lives' tragedy and pain together to show that we can be reborn everyday.
thank you for this reminder, Josh.
so much gratitude to you and your miraculous survival and to help carry this most important message to the world.
Praise God. So happy God gave you a God's glory story. I have many, many inexplicable (by science, man, or logic, attested to by more than just me) miracle stories in my long life. I call them my God's Glory Stories cuz that's the only thing left to do after experiencing them... Give God all the glory. He has even, 4 times, told me what would happen, but then I hear repeatedly over in my head "tell everyone what is about to happen." Those words will not stop until I tell, and then they stop immediately. That way, there is no way to deny that it was all God. And all four times, God did exactly as he said he would. I never take the credit, but every time it has been very difficult to tell others, and quite inappropriate at times. I am looked at as a lunatic, out of touch, even cruel. By the fourth time, everyone finally believed me. I'm incredibly grateful to God for blessing me with telling me and witnessing these amazing miracles, including ones that have happened to me and he blessed me with personally. God is real. He loves us and wants to help us and wants the glory! And he wants us to spread the word! So proud of you for doing it. So glad you stuck it out and are now a witness for God's grace and wonder. Blessings! Merry Christmas!
Can you tell us about one of the events that you were given to know ahead of time?
Absolutely. They happen the same way each time. The first time it happened, it was a minor type of thing, meaning not life or death like 2 others. My best friend had been through a really, really terrible marriage, very awful things happened. She wrote up a letter to her ex husband that she did not give him, writing out exactly what she wanted in a man. I read it, and immediately was totally overwhelmed with a flood of joy and peace. There is no way to describe it other than that. I felt like I was a cup, and joy filled me all the way fill and was overflowing out of me, emanating from me. I heard a voice tell me that it would all come true, every line, every word, but I had to tell her. And when I tell you that repeated in my head and would not stop, I mean it was incredibly annoying. I could hear nothing else. It was overwhelming. The joy still there, the absolute full knowledge that it would happen, just as she wrote. So, at the risk of sounding crazy, or her not believing me, which was a smaller risk of the repeated message not stopping, I told her. One year later, almost to the day, she called me, and told me she was getting married. And she told me that this man met every single one of her statements. She did NOT however, list for him to be handsome.... And handsome he is not. But he's a godly, incredible man, and could not be more perfect for her and her kids. They are like the Brady bunch, 3 kids each, and the Lord has blessed them.
The one that was the most obvious, and the most dramatic, was the second time it happened. We got a call in the middle of the night that my husband's nephew had been in a horrible car accident. We found out that he had been driving incredibly fast, the car flipped through the air, very high, the door flew open, and he was thrown out, flying through the air. He happened to be seen by an ER trauma nurse who atypically was walking with her husband. He ran to call the ambulance, and she took care of him until paramedics got there. He looked battered and bruised, but his brain had swelled up. Longer story shorter, and a few other "just happened to..." things happened that later showed many miraculous things lined up just right to keep him alive. While we were at the hospital, the doctor came out and said they had to remove part of his skull to relieve the swelling, and that if it didn't go down in 10 minutes, he was going to die, and if he survived, he would likely be brain damaged. His parents were there, his grandmother, my husband and me. They broke down and started sobbing.... But my body, again, was absolutely, and fully FLOODED with the most intense, immense joy that caused me to giggle and grin uncontrollably. Picture it. Everyone else was devasted, and I was this giggling, grinning loon. I started to pray, and asked the grandmother to go pray with me in the chapel. She was shaking uncontrollably. But within my brain, I was hearing over and over again. Matt would live, would end up without a scratch or bruise on him, no brain damage, and it would end up being like it never happened. But I HAD to tell them the message. Because God wanted them to know it sold be he who would save Matt. Not the doctors, not Time, not Science, and not Chance. And if I didn't tell them, God wouldn't get the glory. And the message was on repeat. I had to tell these people who were sobbing that God was going to do all of these things. And I really could not control the grinning lunacy. They hated me for it. They thought I was cruel. They told me to stop. But then, one thing after another jept happening. Miracles that the doctor could not explain. She was certain Matt was about to die. She had told them to say their goodbyes, but I refused. And after a week of him being in an induced coma, and a couple of months of TBI therapy, he was perfect. Not a scratch except the skull surgery. Not a broken bone or bruise. No cognitive problems at all. An absolute miracle. The things that had to line up and happen were quite amazing, as well. God's hand was ALL over this.
Another one was a teen girl who was badly burned. Same thing... The joy, the message, the "pressing" to tell others under horrible circumstances, etc. And the last one.... God told me, twice, with the joy, etc and the inappropriate times, that Trump would be back on the WH. I told a bunch of people, but I was not given a time line. And that a worldwide revival for Christ is coming. The joy was immense and overwhelming, the tears of happiness flowed, and I hugged someone during this, and she felt it, too. If everyone could experience the joy I have felt at these times, there would be no more war, no more hate, and no fear of death. It's really crazy. Sounds crazy, but I have so many people who heard me tell them what would happen, and then it happened, just as I said it would, and gave the credit to God. And I will do so until the end of my days on earth. ♥ Let me know if you have questions.
Looks like this post of 3 miracles was too long for most people to read. I'll have to learn to keep God's Glory Stories shorter so more will know He's real. Too many people witnessed these with me for anyone to doubt it's veracity.
I've had other stuff happen, but not told in advance. One more thing.... I am on meds that make me sleepy. I used to drive (stupidly), and once I was driving and fell asleep while driving fairly slowly, but still going. I woke up with the really strong, hard feel of a hand slamming down on my knee, and causing my foot to hit the brake hard enough to stop inches away from the car in front of me, waking me up in shock. I felt that hand on my knee for weeks afterward. I will never forget the feeling. It saved me and the car.
I live with a crazymaking split outlook: On the rational side, it is clear the world is heading straight for the financial, economic and ecological cliff. Inwardly, however, I feel a new world of possibilities being born. The darkness of the likely future balances out the buoyancy of my inner life.
I have no idea how this will turn out, but I'm sure clear I'm not in control. I'm just doing my part, following my inner guidance.
BTW, there was no earlier reference to Michael Grosso.
Michael Grosso wrote the book on Joseph of Cupertino that I linked.
Keep the horrors of the globalists and the sadness of earth grief in your head. Keep the coming possibilities in your heart, and work to build community, day by day.
Here in Japan the immaterial world is not considered so far from the material one. That I see all over the place here where people ask the immaterial for help, kind of like seance and science.
Thank you, Josh, for this wonderful and o, so true, testament -- a lovely Christmas gift it is. Reflecting on some of the miracles in my life, I remember this simple but very true event: I was in a department story searching for a gift for my young nephew. Rejecting all the plastic toys and other soul-less toys, I decided to give him a plant, starting with a seed he could see come up -- perhaps an herb, like parsley. I bought a cute clay planter pot and asked the clerk if she knew where I could buy seeds (it was dead of winter then). She said, "We don't have any in the store, but I have these parsley seeds In my pocket you can have. I wrapped up the pot and the seeds and sent them to my nephew.
Thanks for your story, Sue. I had a similar thing happen to me last year, and when I planted the seeds they sprouted rapidly and grew a beanstalk that reached into the clouds, where a giant ate small children while his wife played the harp. Miracles abound.
You obviously haven't heard the story from the giant's point of view. It is in my unpublished 1985 book, "Humanizing the Enemy ... and Ourselves." It will be a miracle if I revise and publish it. I will show you on New Year's Eve.
Well, Jack, you never shared this chapter of your life with your new friends. I'm glad that giant didn't eat YOU. I guess you were too big for him by then.
"We realize we have no choice but to accomplish the impossible."
That is very much like Buddhist Bodhisattva vows. :-)
I like that you tease into "miracles" in steps and layers, and point out that a large portion of the "miraculous" is discovering that we have misunderstood the actual nature of :reality".
One's assumptions about "reality" are sometimes shattered by undeniable experience, which may not translate at all to another human when explained, or only superficially transmit. A human who has had a similar experience will "get it" through recognition, but abstract thought can only misunderstand.
I have always felt that way about "my" lessons, that I can tell the stories, but that the stories are not "lessons".
The edge of living or not living is a place where one may learn such lessons, or not, but one has to be ready for the lesson.
Where is the fine fuzzy edge within physical-reality which allows Karma to work? I have pondered it a lot.
Newtonian mechanics works, and karma works. Howzat work? Is "spooky action at a distance" part of that deal? "Inquiring minds want to know."
Is all of "reality" a dream in Universal Mind? How could one prove or disprove that? https://www.rigpawiki.org/index.php?title=Chittamatra
Which "universal mind"? What of the dream is not the dreamer, to carry that analogy to a conclusion.
There is no broad answer, but there are minimally-transferrable personal answers.
I can see that we overtly and inadvertently ask about the same questions.
I could have died in my worst bike accident. I went airborne at about 45 mph after I hit sand taking a 15 mph hairpin turn going down a steep hill. My younger son was behind me, and I got about 12 ft of air with good form. "I thought you were going to stick it", he said, and I did, but I came down too hard and totally bent a beefy steel front fork (Kona Project 2 fork) when my sternum came down onto the stem, after my arms gave way. I had just taken off my t-shirt and tied it around that stem, which saved my life from one death modality. That was, perhaps, good fortune...
I had a recurring dream twice before this event happened, about 2 weeks apart. I was jumping out of an airplane at some altitude, from which I had a chance to survive, but I had to choose what part of my body to sacrifice in breakage to have that chance. I chose my left arm and shoulder, going into a left shoulder roll. I had in fact jumped solo out of an airplane a couple of times, and taken Judo in Japan, in high school, and several semesters of gymnastics in college.
Same dream. Twice. I remembered it twice. That doesn't happen to me.
It was a premonition of that accident. Id did do a left shoulder roll, sacrificing that shoulder, and a whole lot of skin, and ruining a good helmet. I recall hitting the sand, and waking-up, getting up on the road, with somebody who had stopped to help, and my son being helpful and fairly impressed by my durability and not-deadness. I got in the ambulance. I had broken ribs and had dropped my left lung, and got a chest-tube from an untalented surgical resident, with inadequate anaesthesia, etc...
This was not a surprise to me, overall, but it sure did explain that recurrent dream, which was just useful practice ahead of the event.
What forms of "time travel" are allowed? I think this is within that allowance.
As much chaos as there is in this world, believe in God is important.
Speaking of miraculous, unexpected rescues [a “black swan” event that is positive], Tolkien coined the term “Eucatastrophe” in that regard. The compilation, “The Lord of the Rings and Philosophy,” has an excellent essay on the subject, entitled “Happy Endings and Religious Hope,” but here is the Wikipedia entry which you might find interesting: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eucatastrophe
Here's something I consider to have been a miracle, occurring in San Francisco.
Some background: Recall those "plastination" exhibits, where plasticized human remains are placed on exhibit and on tour around the world, one even having as its centerpiece the corpse of a German donor astride upon and raising a riding crop over the corpse of a horse, similarly plasticized and dissected. The horseman aside, China is sufficiently over-represented in this entourage that a resolution had even been adopted in Seattle -- at the insistence of its Chinese American community -- to require certificate of informed consent from the exhibited to be produced before the show could take place in that city.
The exhibit travelled the world without incident until, in San Francisco, it had to be closed down when a transparent fluid, resembling serous drainage began leaking uncontrollably from the remains.
Until the appearance of this exhibit, only one man's remains had been permitted to reside within San Francisco city limits, and that by exception granted the Russian Church Outside of Russia for the unembalmed and incorrupt remains of St. John Maximovich, the Wonderworker of Shanghai and San Francisco to lie in a glass topped sarcophagus enshrined on the floor of the Sanctuary.
St. John was known, while in Shanghai, to have been a rescuer of orphans, particularly infant girls which he would even snatch from garbage cans to be raised in an orphanage he established there before the Revolution. In San Fransisco, the Archbishop could be seen, walking the streets barefoot.
Many miracles have been attributed to St. John; letters are routinely placed by the faithful under his sarcophagus, with petitions. One woman admitted that after she had scoffed about this practice to a friend seen placing a letter there: "He doesn't read those", St. John appeared to her in a dream that very night, with stern rebuke: "I read every one!".
Something about the appearance of a hoard of young, healthy Chinese corpses of questionable provenance taking residence in San Francisco must have offended this rescuer of orphans.
I see a different truth, peripheral to your quote from Charles just above: "The world and its inhabitants are subject now to afflictions for which there is no cure, no hope from within the normally possible." One "miracle," common in times past, but obscured over the past 50+ years by Big Food and Big Pharma and by the loss of healthy skepticism on the part of individuals, is that of diabetes. Common medical science says there is no cure, when there is (for T2D, anyway). Perhaps the miracle is helped to the fore in the first place by not stating there is "no cure, no hope from within..."
Just as you wrote earlier of the plasticity of time, flowing in more ways that unidirectional, so are miracles perhaps floating around us now.
Life is a miracle. It is the commitment, the belief in Life, and then witnessing the tiniest of messages that are totally directed especially to you, that humanity needs to wake up to. Messages such as the moment of death that you saw, but you were present and looked the other way. The message of the degree of trust, faith and gratitude you have in Life, and the Oneness with God. The message of humbling to the moment filled with a spark of Light which always comes around when you call on it and need it the most. And the message that this is your angel of protection complying with your deepest love and passion for living. How awake one is to engaging with the messages of Life is equal to how much control one has toward bringing forth the miraculous. . . Thank you Josh.
Here is a substack by Greg Reese on The Mysterious Human Heart
https://gregreese.substack.com/p/the-mysterious-human-heart?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=email-half-post&r=hf7t8